The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

Gold conjures up a mist about a man, more destructive of all his old senses and lulling to his feelings than the fumes of charcoal.

A man in public life expects to be sneered at-it is the fault of his elevated sitiwation, and not of himself.

'If the law supposes that,' said Mr. Bumble, squeezing his hat emphatically in both hands, 'the law is a ass - a idiot. If that's the eye of the law, the law i…

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.

But two are walking apart forever And wave their hands for a mute farewell.