How I like to be liked, and what I do to be liked!

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!

New Year's Day is every man's birthday.

Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.

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

The laws of Pluto's kingdom know small difference between king and cobbler, manager and call-boy; and, if haply your dates of life were conterminant, you are quietly taking your passage, cheek by cheek (O ignoble levelling of Death) with the shade of some recently departed candle-snuffer.

I am determined that my children shall be brought up in their father's religion, if they can find out what it is.