The full truth of this odd matter is what the world has long been looking for and the public curiosity is sure to welcome.

And every day when I've been good, I get an orange after food.

The mark of a Scot of all classes [is that] he ... remembers and cherishes the memory of his forebears, good or bad; and there burns alive in him a sense of identity with the dead even to the twentieth generation.

The little rift between the sexes is astonishingly widened by simply teaching one set of catchwords to the girls and another to the boys.

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilisation, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints.

His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest; his affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object.

Nothing like a little judicious levity.