Big-endians and small-endians.

Nor do they trust their tongue alone, but speak a language of their own; can read a nod, a shrug, a look, far better than a printed book; convey a libel in a frown, and wink a reputation down.

Religion seems to have grown an infant with age, and requires miracles to nurse it, as it had in its infancy.

I always love to begin a journey on Sundays, because I shall have the prayers of the church to preserve all that travel by land, or water.

I shall be like that tree-I shall die at the top.

I forget whether advice be among the lost things which Ariosto says are to be found in the moon: that and time ought to have been there.

I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs.