An excellent man; he has no enemies; and none of his friends like him.
She had a passion for secrecy, but she herself was merely a Sphinx without a secret.
When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.
He hadn’t a single redeeming vice.
How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?
If it took Labouchere three columns to prove that I was forgotten, then there is no difference between fame and obscurity.