Bells are musics laughter.

Experience enables me to depose to the comfort and blessing that literature can prove in seasons of sickness and sorrow.

Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!

Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!

How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.

I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.