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• We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal. -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol.
  i, p. 23...
• No one minds what Jeffrey says:... it is not more than a week ago that I heard him speak disrespectfully of the equator.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 17...
• Ah, you flavour everything; you are the vanilla of society.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 262...
• As the French say, there are three sexes,--men, women, and clergymen.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 262...
• Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam-engine in trousers.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 267...
• It is always right that a man should be able to render a reason for the faith that is within him.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 53...
• Looked as if she had walked straight out of the ark.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 157...
• Not body enough to cover his mind decently with; his intellect is improperly exposed.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 258...
• The Smiths never had any arms, and have invariably sealed their letters with their thumbs.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 244...