What would life be without arithmetic, but a scene of horrors?

Lucy, dear child, mind your arithmetic. You know in the first sum of yours I ever saw there was a mistake. You had carried two (as a cab is licensed to do), and you ought, dear Lucy, to have carried but one. Is this a trifle? What would life be without arithmetic, but a scene of horrors.

What two ideas are more inseparable than beer and Britannia?

we know nothing of tomorrow, our business is to be good and happy today

In composing, as a general rule, run your pen through every other word you have written; you have no idea what vigor it will give your style.

Find fault, when you must find fault, in private, if possible; and some time after the offense, rather than at the time.

Scotland: That garret of the earth - that knuckle-end of England - that land of Calvin, oatcakes, and sulfur.