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.
Nobody should ever look anxious except those who have no anxiety.
London is a roost for every bird.
To a mother, a child is everything; but to a child, a parent is only a link in the chain of her existence.
The indulgence in grief is a blunder.
Lord Salisbury and myself have brought you back peace--but a peace I hope with honour.