This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.

Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged and well-provisioned breakfast-table.

The world surely has not another place like Oxford; it is a despair to see such a place and ever to leave it, for it would take a lifetime and more than one to comprehend and enjoy it satisfactorily.

Do anything, save to lie down and die!

Now are ye undeceived. Evil is the nature of mankind. Evil must be your only happiness. Welcome again, my children, to the communion of your race.

Life is made up of marble and mud.

What is there so ponderous in evil, that a thumb's bigness of it should outweigh the mass of things not evil, which were heaped into the other scale!