Is there any wilderness of sand in the deserts of Arabia, is there any prospect of desolation among the ruins of Palestine, which can rival the repelling effect on the eye, and the depressing influence on the mind, of an English country town in the first stage of its existence, and in the transition state of its prosperity?

I am a bundle of nerves dressed up to look like a man!

I am an average good Christian, when you don't push my Christianity too far. And all the rest of you—which is a great comfort—are, in this respect, much the same as I am.

But, ah me! where is the faultless human creature who can persevere in a good resolution, without sometimes failing and falling back?

Men ruin themselves headlong for unworthy women.

I sadly want a reform in the construction of children. Nature's only idea seems to be to make them machines for the production of incessant noise.

Except in this ignorant and material century, men have always worn precious stuffs and beautiful colours as well as women.