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

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.

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.

I never knew an enemy to puns who was not an ill-natured man.

I hate a man who swallows [his food], affecting not to know what he is eating. I suspect his taste in higher matters.

If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick-bed. How the patient lords it there!

He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.