All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.

It is good to love the unknown.

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

A man may do very well with a very little knowledge, and scarce be found out in mixed company; everybody is so much more ready to produce his own, than to call for a display of your acquisitions.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.