The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

What bishops like best in their clergy is a dropping-down-deadness of manner.
‘Works’ (1859) vol. 2 ‘First Letter to Archdeacon Singleton’ p. 271, note
I look upon Switzerland as an inferior sort of Scotland.
Letter to Lord Holland, 1815, in ‘Letters’
Tory and Whig in turns shall be my host,
I taste no politics in boiled and roast.
Letter to John Murray, November 1834, in ‘Letters’
I have no relish for the country; it is a kind of healthy grave.
Letter to Miss G. Harcourt, 1838, in ‘Letters’
I have seen nobody since I saw you, but persons in orders. My only varieties are vicars, rectors,
curates, and every now and then (by way of turbot) an archdeacon.
Letter to Miss Berry, 28 January 1843, in ‘Letters’
It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch understanding. Their only idea
of wit...is laughing immoderately at stated intervals.
In Lady Holland ‘Memoir’ (1855) vol. 1, ch. 2, p. 15
That knuckle-end of England—that land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and sulphur.
In Lady Holland ‘Memoir’ (1855) vol. 1, ch. 2, p. 17
Take short views, hope for the best, and trust in God.
In Lady Holland ‘Memoir’ (1855) vol. 1, ch. 6, p. 48
No furniture so charming as books.
In Lady Holland ‘Memoir’ (1855) vol. 1, ch. 9, p. 240.
How can a bishop marry? How can he flirt? The most he can say is, ‘I will see you in the
vestry after service.’
In Lady Holland ‘Memoir’ (1855) vol. 1, ch. 9, p. 258
Not body enough to cover his mind decently with; his intellect is improperly exposed.
In Lady Holland ‘Memoir’ (1855) vol. 1, ch. 9, p. 258
As the French say, there are three sexes—men, women, and clergymen.
In Lady Holland ‘Memoir’ (1855) vol. 1, ch. 9, p. 262
Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam-engine in trousers.
In Lady Holland ‘Memoir’ (1855) vol. 1, ch. 9, p. 267
My definition of marriage:...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.
In Lady Holland ‘Memoir’ (1855) vol. 1, ch. 11, p. 363
He [Macaulay] is like a book in breeches.
In Lady Holland ‘Memoir’ (1855) vol. 1, ch. 11, p. 363
He [Macaulay] has occasional flashes of silence, that make his conversation perfectly
delightful.
In Lady Holland ‘Memoir’ (1855) vol. 1, ch. 11, p. 363
Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl,