Sydney Smith (3 June 1771 – 22 February 1845) was an English wit, writer and Anglican cleric. Sydney Smith. Read full biography of Sydney Smith →
Science is his forte, and omniscience his foible.
To business that we love we rise bedtime, and go to't with delight.
No man can ever end with being superior who will not begin with being inferior.
Poverty us no disgrace to a man, but it is confoundedly inconvenient.
What you don't know would make a great book.
Bishop Berkeley destroyed this world in one volume octavo; and nothing remained, after his time, but mind; which experienced a similar fate from the... →
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... →
It is safest to be moderately base - to be flexible in shame, and to be always ready for what is generous, good, and just, when anything is to be... →
I have, alas, only one illusion left, and that is the Archbishop of Canterbury.
I never read a book before previewing it; it prejudices a man so.
Live always in the best company when you read.
What a pity it is that we have no amusements in England but vice and religion!
It resembles a pair of shears, so joined that they cannot be separated, often moving in opposite directions, yet always punishing anyone who comes... →
Sydney Smith (3 June 1771 – 22 February 1845) was an English wit, writer and Anglican cleric. Sydney Smith.