Of all sound of all bells... most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year.

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.

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.

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

I counsel thee, shut not thy heart, nor thy library.

Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!

Man is a gaming animal. He must always be trying to get the better in something or other.