I never hear the rattling of dice that it does not sound to me like the funeral bell of the whole family

I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knellThat summons thee to heaven or to hell.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses.
"Save them for my funeral," I'd said.

We love peace, but not peace at any price. There is a peace more destructive of the manhood of living man, than war is destructive to his body. Chains are worse than bayonets.

That fellow would vulgarize the day of judgment