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• We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal. -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol.
  i, p. 23...
• Looked as if she had walked straight out of the ark.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 157...
• Macaulay is like a book in breeches.... He has occasional flashes of silence, that make his conversation perfectly delightful.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 363...
• Ah, you flavour everything; you are the vanilla of society.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 262...
• 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...
• Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam-engine in trousers.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 267...
• My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was actually twelve miles from a lemon.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 262...
• Heat, ma'am!" I said; "it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 267...
• 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...