I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.
Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.
When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.
All people have their blind side-their superstitions.
I am in love with this green Earth.
I have passed all my days in London, until I have formed as many and intense local attachments as any of you mountaineers can have done with dead nature.