We must walk before we run.
Two great talkers will not travel far together.
There is a peculiarity in the countenance, as everybody knows, which, though it cannot be described, is sure to betray the Englishman.
I am invariably of the politics of the people at whose table I sit, or beneath whose roof I sleep.
Translation is at best an echo.
A losing trade, I assure you, sir: literature is a drug.