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• Ah, you flavour everything; you are the vanilla of society.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 262...
• 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...
• We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal. -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol.
  i, p. 23...
• 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...
• 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...
• That knuckle-end of England,--that land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and sulphur.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 17...
• 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...
• You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 261...
• Avoid shame, but do not seek glory,--nothing so expensive as glory.
  -- Sydney Smith (1769-1845) -- Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i, p. 88...