“Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our lasting joy.”
“The happy life is not ushered in at any age to the sounds of drums and trumpets. It grows upon us year by year, little by little, until at last we recognize that we have it. It is achieved … by a body of work done so well that we can lift our heads with assurance and look the world in the eye.”
“The last trumpet ever to be sounded shall blow even algebra to wreck.”
“...and for the last three minutes on the wind of a windless day I have heard the sound of drums and flute...”
“Ah, Robbie, when we are dead and buried in our porphyry tombs, and the trumpet of the Last Judgement is sounded, I shall turn and whisper to you, 'Robbie, Robbie, let us pretend we do not hear it.”
“Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear”