Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.

They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.

There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.

Let joy be unconfined.

Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.

There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears; The earth is but the music of the spheres.

Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.