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.

Politeness is good nature regulated by good sense.

The longer I live, the more I am convinced that the apothecary is of more importance than Seneca; and that half the unhappiness in the world proceeds from little stoppages; from a duct choked up, from food pressing in the wrong place, from a vexed duodenum, or an agitated pylorus.

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

Manners are the shadows of virtues; the momentary display of those qualities which our fellow creatures love, and respect.

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

Let the Dean and Canons lay their heads together and the thing will be done.