When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?

I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Think what you would have been now, if instead of being fed with tales and old wives' fables in childhood, you had been crammed with geography and natural history!

It is good to have friends at court.

We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.

Separate from the pleasure of your company, I don't much care if I never see another mountain in my life.