Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.

Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.

Were I Diogenes, I would not move out of a kilderkin into a hogshead, though the first had had nothing but small beer in it, and the second reeked claret.

We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves. We encourage one another in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.

Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.

The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.

The Muses were dumb while Apollo lectured.