Sydney Smith (3 June 1771 – 22 February 1845) was an English wit, writer and Anglican cleric.
The longer I live, the more I am convinced that the apothecary is of more importance than Seneca; and that half the unhappiness in the world proceeds from little stoppages; from a duct choked up, from food pressing in the wrong place, from a vexed duodenum, or an agitated pylorus.
You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence.
He not only overflowed with learning, but stood in the slop.
When I hear any man talk of an unalterable law, the only effect it produces on me is to convince me that he is an unalterable fool
Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea! How did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.
Poverty is no disgrace to a man, but it is confoundedly inconvenient.