People who leave their own time out of their work cannot be surprised if their time fails to find them interesting.

Oh some are fond of Spanish wine, and some are fond of French.

Once in a century a man may be ruined or made insufferable by praise. But surely once in a minute something generous dies for want of it.

Off Cape Horn there are but two kinds of weather, neither one of them a pleasant kind.

And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.

The Thames is a wretched river after the Mersey and the ships are not like Liverpool ships and the docks are barren of beauty ... it is a beastly hole after Liverpool; for Liverpool is the town of my heart and I would rather sail a mudflat there than command a clipper out of London

Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult.