[My kitten's] gambols are not to be described, and would be incredible, if they could.
Still ending, and beginning still.
Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!
When nations are to perish in their sins, 'tis in the Church the leprosy begins.