Sydney Smith

1771 - 1845

A Quote by Sydney Smith on life

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My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was actually twelve miles from a lemon.

Sydney Smith (1771 - 1845)

Source: Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. P. 262.

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A Quote by Sydney Smith on country, health, and kindness

I have no relish for the country; it is a kind of healthy grave.

Sydney Smith (1771 - 1845)

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A Quote by Sydney Smith on life and secrets

I am convinced digestion is the great secret of life.

Sydney Smith (1771 - 1845)

Source: To Arthur Kingdale

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A Quote by Sydney Smith on good and nature

Politeness is good nature regulated by good sense.

Sydney Smith (1771 - 1845)

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A Quote by Sydney Smith on death

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He deserves to be preached to death by wild curates.

Sydney Smith (1771 - 1845)

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A Quote by Sydney Smith on faith and reason

It is always right that a man should be able to render a reason for the faith that is within him.

Sydney Smith (1771 - 1845)

Source: Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. P. 53.

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A Quote by Sydney Smith on day, happiness, and resolution

When you rise in the morning, form a resolution to make the day a happy one to a fellow creature.

Sydney Smith (1771 - 1845)

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A Quote by Sydney Smith on people

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You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence.

Sydney Smith (1771 - 1845)

Source: Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. P. 261.

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A Quote by Sydney Smith on conversation and silence

He had occasional flashes of silence that made his conversation perfectly delightful.

Sydney Smith (1771 - 1845)

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A Quote by Sydney Smith on death, horses, medicine, privilege, and youth

The schoolboy whips his taxed top; the beardless youth manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle on a taxed road; and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid seven per cent, into a spoon that has paid fifteen per cent, flings himself back upon his chintz bed which has paid twenty-two per cent, and expires in the arms of an apothecary who has paid a license of a hundred pounds for the privilege of putting him to death.

Sydney Smith (1771 - 1845)

Source: Review of Seybert's Annals of the United States, 1820.

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