Everywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song.

Let the Unions become engines for the working people to right their wrongs. Not benefit societies, or burial clubs. Let the Unions become civilian regiments to fight in the cause of the people.

I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.

A man will never know a woman until he knows her work.

Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.

Everywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song.

O, blackberry tart, with berries as big as your thumb, purple and black, and thick with juice, and a crust to endear them that will go to cream in your mouth, and both passing down with such a taste that will make you close your eyes and wish you might live forever in the wideness of that rich moment.