A little, round, fat, oily man of God.

I think a bishop who doesn't give offence to anyone is probably not a good bishop.

Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves.

'Tis easier for the generous to forgive, than for offence to ask it.

For life is but a dream whose shapes return, some frequently, some seldom, some by night and some by day.

The world rolls round forever like a mill; it grinds out death and life and good and ill; it has no purpose, heart or mind or will.