The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, / And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

And, all his prospects brightening to the last, / His heaven commences ere the world be past!

Logicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind. Logic, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.

Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall

I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine

They say women and music should never be dated