How sickness enlarges the dimension of a man’s self to himself!

The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.

Judge not man by his outward manifestation of faith; for some there are who tremblingly reach out shaking hands to the guidance of faith; others who stoutly venture in the dark their human confidence, their leader, which they mistake for faith; some whose hope totters upon crutches; others who stalk into futurity upon stilts. The difference is chiefly constitutional with them.

For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.

I like you and your book, ingenious Hone! In whose capacious all-embracing leaves The very marrow of tradition 's shown; And all that history, much that fiction weaves.

I am determined that my children shall be brought up in their father's religion, if they can find out what it is.

There are like to be short graces where the devil plays host.