No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.
He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides.
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Do not fold, spindle or mutilate.
The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school-boy's holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.
I cannot sit and think; books think for me.