What would life be without arithmetic, but a scene of horrors? Sydney Smith arithmetichorrorlife Change image and share on social
I have, alas, only one illusion left, and that is the Archbishop of Canterbury. Sydney Smith alaarchbishopcanterbury Change image and share on social
Correspondences are like small clothes before the invention of suspenders; it is impossible to keep them up. Sydney Smith clothecorrespondenceimpossible Change image and share on social
Solitude cherishes great virtues and destroys little ones. Sydney Smith cherishdestroygreat Change image and share on social
Science is his forte, and omniscience his foible. Sydney Smith foibleforteomniscience Change image and share on social
Errors, to be dangerous, must have a great deal of truth mingled with them. It is only from this alliance that they can ever obtain an extensive circulation. Sydney Smith alliancecirculationdangerous Change image and share on social
Live always in the best company when you read. Sydney Smith companyliveread Change image and share on social
Never give way to melancholy; resist it steadily, for the habit will encroach. Sydney Smith encroachgivehabit Change image and share on social
It resembles a pair of shears, so joined that they cannot be separated, often moving in opposite directions, yet always punishing anyone who comes between them. Sydney Smith directionjoinmove Change image and share on social
To business that we love we rise bedtime, and go to't with delight. Sydney Smith bedtimebusinessdelight Change image and share on social
