Heat, ma am! It was so dreadful here that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones.
Sydney SmithHow can a bishop marry? How can he flirt? The most he can say is "I will see you in the vestry after service."
Sydney SmithHuman beings cling to their delicious tyrannies and to their exquisite nonsense, till death stares them in the face.
Sydney SmithLucy, 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.
Sydney Smith