No one ever regarded the first of January with indifference.

I never knew an enemy to puns who was not an ill-natured man.

Sassafras wood boiled down to a kind of tea, and tempered with an infusion of milk and sugar hath to some a delicacy beyond the China luxury.

Why are we never quite at ease in the presence of a schoolmaster? Because we are conscious that he is not quite at his ease in ours. He is awkward, and out of place in the society of his equals. He comes like Gulliver from among his little people, and he cannot fit the stature of his understanding to yours.

My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.

It is good to love the unknown.

I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature.