They who drink beer will think beer.
It's a fair wind that blew men to ale.
Every antique farm-house and moss-grown cottage is a picture.
Angling is an amusement peculiarly adapted to the mild and cultivated scenery of England
The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.
I am always at a loss at how much to believe of my own stories.