Sing it not in mournful numbers.

I bid the chords sweet music make, And all must follow in my wake.

A state of affairs which leads to daily vexation is not the right state.

Look closely at those who patronize you. Half are unfeeling, half untaught.

The most congenial social occasions are those ruled by cheerful deference of each for all.

Nobody, they say, is a hero to his valet. Of course; for a man must be a hero to understand a hero. The valet, I dare say, has great respect for some person of his own stamp.

All our knowledge is symbolic.