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?

His enemies might have said before that he talked rather too much; but now he has occasional flashes of silence, that make his conversation perfectly delightful.

A comfortable house is a great source of happiness. It ranks immediately after health and a good conscience.

Whatever you are by nature, keep to it; never desert your line of talent. Be what nature intended you for, and you will succeed.

How can a bishop marry? How can he flirt? The most he can say is "I will see you in the vestry after service."

A great deal of talent is lost to the world for want of a little courage.