Not many sounds in life, and I include all urban and all rural sounds, exceed in interest a knock at the door.

He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition.

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.

Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!

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

It is good to have friends at court.

Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!