Bells are musics laughter.
The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations
Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.
It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
Fuss is the froth of business.