Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more…

So, then, Oxford Street, stonyhearted stepmother, thou that listenest to the sighs of orphans, and drinkest the tears of children, at length I was dismissed from thee.

The burden of the incommunicable.

Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest. Call for the grandest of all human sentiments, what is that? It is that man should forget his anger before he lies down to sleep.

Dyspepsy is the ruin of most things: empires, expeditions, and everything else.

For if once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing; and from robbing he comes next to drinking and Sabbath-breaking, and from that to incivility and procrastination. Once begin [sic] upon this …

Thou hast the keys of Paradise, oh just, subtle, and mighty opium!