Certainly Manchester is the most wonderful city of modern times!

Books are the curse of the human race.

That youthful fervor, which is sometimes called enthusiasm, but which is a heat of imagination subsequently discovered to be inconsistent with the experience of actual life.

Taste, when once obtained, may be said to be no acquiring faculty, and must remain stationary; but knowledge is of perpetual growth and has infinite demands. Taste, like an artificial canal, winds through a beautiful country, but its borders are confined and its term is limited. Knowledge navigates the ocean, and is perpetually on voyages of discovery.

A book may be as great a thing as a battle.

I must follow the people. Am I not their leader?

I suppose, to use our national motto, something will turn up.