We moralize among ruins.
O Music! Miraculous art! A blast of thy trumpet and millions rush forward to die; a peal of thy organ and uncounted nations sink down to pray.
The canter is a cure for every evil.
I will not go down to posterity talking bad grammar.
The greatest good you can do for another is not just to share your riches but to reveal to him his own.
London is a modern Babylon.