I could never hate anyone I knew.

The trumpet does not more stun you by its loudness, than a whisper teases you by its provoking inaudibility.

Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down . . . . To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood? . . . . Sabbathless Satan!

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!

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

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

We encourage one another in mediocrity.