Why are we never quite at ease in the presence of a schoolmaster? Because we are conscious that he is not quite at his ease in ours. He is awkward, and out of place in the society of his equals. He comes like Gulliver from among his little people, and he cannot fit the stature of his understanding to yours.

I allow no hot-beds in the gardens of Parnassus.

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!

The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.

Some people have a knack of putting upon you gifts of no real value, to engage you to substantial gratitude. We thank them for nothing.

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

Do not fold, spindle or mutilate.