I think the Romans must have aggravated one another very much, with their noses. Perhaps, they became the restless people they were, in consequence.

If there were no bad people there would be no good lawyers.

We Britons had at that time particularly settled that it was treasonable to doubt our having and our being the best of everything; otherwise, while I was scared by the immensity of London, I think I might have had some faint doubts whether it was not rather ugly, crooked, narrow, and dirty.

Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

Though we are perpetually bragging of it [the middle class] as our safety, it is nothing but a poor fringe on the mantle of the upper class.

Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it: poor creatures that we are!

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

There are only two styles of portrait painting: the serious and the smirk.

One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind.