“The deserts of Arabia are innocent of our civilised desolation-the ruins of Palestine are incapable of our modern gloom!”

“Is there any wilderness of sand in the deserts of Arabia, is there any prospect of desolation among the ruins of Palestine, which can rival the repelling effect on the eye, and the depressing influence on the mind, of an English country town in the first stage of its existence, and in the transition state of its prosperity?”

“--the long luxury of your own freedom has made you incapable of doing us justice now.”

“We both wanted money. Immense necessity! Universal want! Is there a civilised human being who does not feel for us? How insensible must that man be! Or how rich!”

“What are we (I ask) but puppets in a show-box? Oh, omnipotent Destiny, pull our strings gently! Dance us mercifully off our moserable little stage!”

“The dress of Virtue, in our parts, was cotton print. I had silk.”

“Let the music speak to us of tonight, in a happier language than our own.”