In all this blessed island, there is no spot yet discovered, where such absurd visions can be realized.

Nay, nay, my romantic friend; be content with more than the average blessings of this land.

You are not starved, you are not imprisoned, you are not even beaten; and if you are not allowed to think, what harm of that?
If you thought all day, you would never dare to act upon your thoughts, and so you are better without them.

Tush! an Englishman was never born for freedom.

Good-night." "But, sir, Squire Carne," cried Dan, pursuing him, "there is one thing which you do not seem to know.