. . . Charles Darnay seemed to stand in a company of the dead. Ghosts all! The ghost of beauty, the ghost of stateliness, the ghost of elegance, the ghost of pride, the ghost of frivolity, the ghost of wit, the ghost of youth, the ghost of age, all waiting their dismissal from the desolate shore, all turning on him eyes that were changed by the death they had died in coming there.
[She wasn’t] a logically reasoning woman, but God is good, and hearts may count in heaven as high as heads.
‘Bah!’ said Scrooge, ‘Humbug!’
‘Did you ever taste beer?’ ‘I had a sip of it once,’ said the small servant. ‘Here’s a state of things!’ cried Mr. Swiveller, raising his eyes to the ceiling. ‘She never tasted it—it can’t be tasted in a sip!’
‘For I don’t,’ says Jo, ‘I don’t know no think.’
‘God bless us every one!’ said Tiny Tim, the last of all.
‘Halloa! Here’s a church!… Let’s go in!… Here’s Miss Skiffins! Let’s have a wedding.’
‘Hard,’ replied the Dodger. ‘As nails,’ added Charley Bates.
‘I feel it more than other people,’ said Mrs Gummidge.
‘I was ruminating,’ said Mr Pickwick, ‘on the strange mutability of human affairs.’ ‘Ah! I see—in at the palace door one day, out at the window the next. Philosopher, Sir?’ ‘An observer of human nature, sir,’ said Mr Pickwick.
‘I’m always ill after Shakespeare,’ said Mrs Wititterly. ‘I scarcely exist the next day; I find the re-action so very great after a tragedy…and Shakespeare is such a delicious creature.’
‘If the law supposes that,’ said Mr Bumble…‘the law is a ass—a idiot.’
‘It is,’ says Chadband, ‘the ray of rays, the sun of suns, the moon of moons, the star of stars. It is the light of Terewth.’
‘It was as true,’ said Mr Barkis,‘…as taxes is. And nothing’s truer than them.’
‘It’s always best on these occasions to do what the mob do.’ ‘But suppose there are two mobs?’ suggested Mr Snodgrass. ‘Shout with the largest,’ replied Mr Pickwick.
‘It’s very easy to talk,’ said Mrs Mantalini. ‘Not so easy when one is eating a demnition egg,’ replied Mr Mantalini; ‘for the yolk runs down the waistcoat, and yolk of egg does not match any waistcoat but a yellow waistcoat, demmit.’
‘Mind and matter,’ said the lady in the wig, ‘glide swift into the vortex of immensity. Howls the sublime, and softly sleeps the calm Ideal, in the whispering chambers of Imagination.’
‘Mrs Harris,’ I says, ‘leave the bottle on the chimley-piece, and don’t ask me to take none, but let me put my lips to it when I am so dispoged.’
‘No better opening anywhere,’ said my aunt, ‘for a man who conducts himself well, and is industrious.’
‘Old girl,’ said Mr Bagnet, ‘give him my opinion. You know it.’
‘Our Language,’ said Mr Podsnap, with a gracious consciousness of being always right, ‘is Difficult. Ours is a Copious Language, and Trying to Strangers. I will not Pursue my Question… It merely referred,’ Mr Podsnap explained, with a sense of meritorious proprietorship, ‘to our Constitution, Sir. We Englishmen are Very Proud of our Constitution, Sir. It Was Bestowed Upon Us By Providence. No Other Country is so Favoured as This Country.’
‘People can’t die, along the coast,’ said Mr Peggotty, ‘except when the tide’s pretty nigh out. They can’t be born, unless it’s pretty nigh in—not properly born, till flood. He’s a going out with the tide.’
‘The name of those fabulous animals (pagan, I regret to say) who used to sing in the water, has quite escaped me.’ Mr George Chuzzlewit suggested ‘Swans’. ‘No,’ said Mr Pecksniff. ‘Not swans. Very like swans, too. Thank you.’ The nephew…propounded ‘Oysters’. ‘No,’ said Mr Picksniff…‘nor oysters. But by no means unlike oysters…Wait ! Sirens. Dear me! sirens, of course.’
‘There are strings,’ said Mr Tappertit…‘in the human heart that had better not be wibrated.’
‘Was you thinking at all of poetry?’ Mr Wegg inquired, musing. ‘Would it come dearer ?’ Mr Boffin asked. ‘It would come dearer,’ Mr Wegg returned. ‘For when a person comes to grind off poetry night after night, it is but right he should expect to be paid for its weakening effect on his mind.’
‘What’s the water in French, sir?’ ‘L’eau,’ replied Nicholas. ‘Ah!’ said Mr Lillyvick, shaking his head mournfully, ‘I thought as much. Lo, eh? I don’t think anything of that language—nothing at all.’
‘Yes, I have a pair of eyes,’replied Sam,‘and that’s just it. If they wos a pair o’patent double million magnifyin’gas microscopes of hextra power, p’raps I might be able to see through a flight o’ stairs and a deal door; but bein’ only eyes, you see, my wision’s limited.’
‘You are fettered,’ said Scrooge, trembling. ‘Tell me why?’ ‘I wear the chain I forged in life,’ replied the Ghost. ‘I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.’
A Being, erect upon two legs, and bearing all the outward semblance of a man, and not of a monster.
A bill, by the bye, is the most extraordinary locomotive engine that the genius of man ever produced. It would keep on running during the longest lifetime, without ever once stopping of its own accord.
A boy’s story is the best that is ever told.
A certain institution in Mr Podsnap’s mind which he called ‘the young person’ may be considered to have been embodied in Miss Podsnap, his daughter… The question about everything was, would it bring a blush into the cheek of the young person?
A dangerous quality, if real; and a not less dangerous one, if feigned.
A day wasted on others is not wasted on one’s self.
A friendly swarry, consisting of a boiled leg of mutton with the usual trimmings.
A heart well worth winning, and well won. A heart that, once won, goes through fire and water for the winner, and never changes, and is never daunted.
A highly geological home-made cake.
A lady of what is commonly called an uncertain temper — a phrase which being interpreted signifies a temper tolerably certain to make everybody more or less uncomfortable.
A lane was made; and Mrs Hominy…came slowly up it, in a procession of one.
A literary man—with a wooden leg—and all Print is open to him.
A man in public life expects to be sneered at — it is the fault of his elevated situation, and not of himself.
A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world!
A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which piled up in the west an airy city, wall heaped on wall, and battlement on battlement; the light was all withdrawn; the shining church turned cold and dark; the stream forgot to smile; the birds were silent; and the gloom of winter dwelt on everything.
A person who can’t pay gets another person who can’t pay to guarantee that he can pay. Like a person with two wooden legs getting another person with two wooden legs to guarantee that he has got two natural legs. It don’t make either of them able to do a walking-match.
A silent look of affection and regard when all other eyes are turned coldly away–the consciousness that we possess the sympathy and affection of one being when all others have deserted us–is a hold, a stay, a comfort, in the deepest affliction, which no wealth could purchase, or power bestow.
A slap-up gal in a bang-up chariot.
A smattering of everything, and a knowledge of nothing.
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
Accidents will occur in the best-regulated families
Accidents will occur in the best-regulated families.
Affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other.
Ah, Miss Harriet, it would do us no harm to remember oftener than we do, that vices are sometimes only virtues carried to excess!
Ah, Rachel, aw a muddle! Fro’ first to last, a muddle!
All is gas and gaiters.
All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon the shore; the sea-birds soar and hover; the winds and clouds go forth upon their trackless flight; the white arms beckon, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away.
All of us have wonders hidden in our breasts, only needing circumstances to evoke them.
All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself. Surely a curious thing. That I should innocently take a bad half-crown of somebody else’s manufacture, is reasonable enough; but that I should knowingly reckon the spurious coin of my own make, as good money!
Although a skillful flatterer is a most delightful companion if you have him all to yourself, his taste becomes very doubtful when he takes to complimenting other people.
Although it’s a long time on the road, it is on the road and coming. I tell thee it never retreats, and never stops.
Although it’s a long time on the road, it is on the road and coming. I tell thee it never retreats, and never stops.
An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.
An oyster of the old school whom nobody can open.
And a wery good name it is—only one I know, that ain’t got a nickname to it.
And could I look upon her without compassion, seeing her punishment in the ruin she was, in her profound unfitness for this earth on which she was placed, in the vanity of sorrow which had become a master mania, like the vanity of penitence, the vanity of remorse, the vanity of unworthiness, and other monstrous vanities that have been curses in this world?
And don’t you think you must be a very wicked little child…to be a wax-work child at all?
And the voices in the waves are always whispering to Florence, in their ceaseless murmuring, of love – of love, eternal and illimitable, not bounded by the confines of this world, or by the end of time, but ranging still, beyond the sea, beyond the sky, to the invisible country far away!
Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen nineteen six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery.
Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen six, result happiness.
Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he’s well dressed. There ain’t much credit in that.
Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he’s well dressed. There an’t much credit in that. If I was very ragged and very jolly, then I should begin to feel I had gained a point, Mr. Pinch.
Anythin’ for a quiet life, as the man said when he took the situation at the lighthouse.
Anythin’ for a quiet life, as the man said wen he took the sitivation at the lighthouse.
As she frequently remarked when she made any such mistake, it would be all the same a hundred years hence.
As to marriage on the part of a man, my dear, Society requires that he should retrieve his fortunes by marriage. Society requires that he should gain by marriage. Society requires that he should found a handsome establishment by marriage. Society does not see, otherwise, what he has to do with marriage.
As to Mr Feeder, B.A., Doctor Blimber’s assistant, he was a kind of human barrel-organ, with a little list of tunes at which he was continually working, over and over again, without any variation.
At the great iron gate of the churchyard he stopped and looked in. He looked up at the high tower spectrally resisting the wind, and he looked round at the white tombstones, like enough to the dead in their winding-sheets, and he counted the nine tolls of the clock-bell.
At the same moment a peculiar fragrance was borne upon the breeze, as if a passing fairy had hiccuped, and had previously been to a wine vaults.
Barkis is willin’.
Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up its Dead.
Bring in the bottled lightning, a clean tumbler, and a corkscrew.
But however and whenever we part from one another, I am sure we shall none of us forget poor Tiny Tim.
But Jarndyce and Jarndyce still drags its dreary length before the court, perennially hopeless.
But, for all that, they had a very pleasant walk. The trees were bare of leaves, and the river was bare of water-lilies; but the sky was not bare of its beautiful blue, and the water reflected it, and a delicious wind ran with the stream, touching the surface crisply.
Buy an annuity cheap, and make your life interesting to yourself and everybody else that watches the speculation.
Change begets change. Nothing propagates so fast. If a man habituated to a narrow circle of cares and pleasures, out of which he seldom travels, step beyond it, though for never so brief a space, his departure from the monotonous scene on which he has been an actor of importance would seem to be the signal for instant confusion. The mine which Time has slowly dug beneath familiar objects is sprung in an instant; and what was rock before, becomes but sand and dust.
Charity begins at home and justice begins next door.
Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers, and are fatuous preservers of youthful looks.
Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty; it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open heartedness; the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away.
Circumstances beyond my individual control.
Cleanliness is next to Godliness, and some people do the same by their religion.
Codlin’s the friend, not Short.
Coketown…ugly citadel, where Nature was as strongly bricked out as killing airs and gases were bricked in.
Come up and be dead! Come up and be dead!
Cows are my passion. What I have ever sighed for has been to retreat to a Swiss farm, and live entirely surrounded by cows – and china.
Credit is a system whereby a person who can’t pay gets another person who can’t pay to guarantee that he can pay.
Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it.
Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.
Dignity, and even holiness too, sometimes, are more questions of coat and waistcoat than some people imagine.
Do you spell it with a “V” or a “W”?’ inquired the judge. ‘That depends upon the taste and fancy of the speller, my Lord’.
Dollars! All their cares, hopes, joys, affections, virtues, and associations seemed to be melted down into dollars. Whatever the chance contributions that fell into the slow cauldron of their talk, they made the gruel thick and slab with dollars. Men were weighed by their dollars, measures were gauged by their dollars; life was auctioned, appraised, put up, and knocked down for its dollars. The next respectable thing to dollars was any venture having their attainment for its end. The more of that worthless ballast, honor and fair-dealing, which any man cast overboard from the ship of his Good Nature and Good Intent, the more ample stowage-room he had for dollars. Make commerce one huge lie and mighty theft. Deface the banner of the nation for an idle rag; pollute it star by star; and cut out stripe by stripe as from the arm of a degraded soldier. Do anything for dollars! What is a flag to them!
Dombey and Son had often dealt in hides, but never in hearts. They left that fancy ware to boys and girls, and boarding-schools and books.
Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world.
Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, sir.
Educating the natives of Borrioboola-Gha, on the left bank of the Niger.
Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.
Every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last.
Experientia does it—as papa used to say.
External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty.
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.
Farewell! Be the proud bride of a ducal coronet, and forget me!… Unalterably, never yours, Augustus.
Father is rather vulgar, my dear. The word Papa, besides, gives a pretty form to the lips. Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes, and prism, are all very good words for the lips: especially prunes and prism.
Father Time is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigor. With such people the gray head is but the impression of the old fellow’s hand in giving them his blessing, and every wrinkle but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well-spent life.
Features are an index to the heart.
Gamp would certainly have drunk its little shoes right off its feet, as with our precious boy he did, and arterwards send the child a errand to sell his wooden leg for any money it ’ud fetch as matches in the rough, and bring it home in liquor.
Give us kinder laws to bring us back when we’re a-going wrong and don’t set Jail, Jail, Jail afore us everywhere we turn.
Good people with good intentions will make capitalism work better, and that for the most part, those good people can be found in the middle class.
Great men are seldom over-scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire.
Grief never mended no broken bones, and as good people’s wery scarce, what I says is, make the most on ’em.
Happiness is a gift and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes.
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!
He did each single thing as if he did nothing else.
He had but one eye and the pocket of prejudice runs in favor of two.
He had but one eye and the popular prejudice runs in favour of two.
He had used the word in its Pickwickian sense.
He is not a genuine foreign-grown savage; he is the ordinary home-made article. Dirty, ugly, disagreeable to all the senses, in body a common creature of the common streets, only in soul a Heathen. Homely filth begrimes him, homely parasites devour him, homely sores are in him, homely rags are on him: native ignorance, the growth of English soil and climate, sinks his immortal nature lower than the beasts that perish.
He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees. Though the earth was cold and wet, the sky was clear, and the sun rose bright, placid, and beautiful.
He wos wery good to me, he wos!
He would make a lovely corpse.
He’d make a lovely corpse.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
Her heart–is given him, with all its love and truth. She would joyfully die with him, or, better than that, die for him. She knows he has failings, but she thinks they have grown up through his being like one cast away, for the want of something to trust in, and care for, and think well of.
Here’s the rule for bargains: ”Do other men, for they would do you.” That’s the true business precept.
Here’s the rule for bargains: ‘Do other men, for they would do you.’ That’s the true business precept.
His moral character…was full of promise, but of no performance.
His wardrobe was extensive–very extensive–not strictly classical perhaps, not quite new, nor did it contain any one garment made precisely after the fashion of any age or time, but everything was more or less spangled; and what can be prettier than spangles!
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.
Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark and ruined battlements. Behind it rose the ancient castle, its towers roofless, and its massive walls crumbling away, but telling us proudly of its own might and strength, as when, seven hundred years ago, it rang with the clash of arms, or resounded with the noise of feasting and revelry.
I am a lone lorn creetur…and every think goes contrairy with me.
I am the Ghost of Christmas Present, said the Spirit. “Look upon me!”
I am well a ware that I am the umblest person going… My mother is likewise a very umble person. We live in a numble abode.
I believe the spreading of Catholicism to be the most horrible means of political and social degradation left in the world.
I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me.
I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday — the longer, the better — from the great boarding school where we are forever working at our arithmetical slates, to take, and give a rest.
I do not know the American gentleman, God forgive me for putting two such words together.
I don’t feel any vulgar gratitude to you. I almost feel as if you ought to be grateful to me, for giving you the opportunity of enjoying the luxury of generosity… For anything I can tell, I may have come into the world expressly for the purpose of increasing your stock of happiness.
I expect a judgement. Shortly.
I feel an earnest and humble desire, and shall till I die, to increase the stock of harmless cheerfulness.
I had cherished a profound conviction that her bringing me up by hand, gave her no right to bring me up by jerks.
I have always thought of Christmas as a good time; a kind, forgiving, generous, pleasant time; a time when men and women seem to open their hearts freely, and so I say, God bless Christmas!
I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little tapers; and everywhere sparkled and glittered with bright objects.
I have known a vast quantity of nonsense talked about bad men not looking you in the face. Don’t trust that conventional idea. Dishonesty will stare honesty out of countenance any day in the week, if there is anything to be got by it.
I have made up my mind that I must have money, Pa. I feel that I can’t beg it, borrow it, or steal it; and so I have resolved that I must marry it.
I listened with hadmiration amounting to haw.
I love little children, and it is not a slight thing when they, who are fresh from God, love us.
I loved Estella… I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
I never could have done what I have done without the habits of punctuality, order, and diligence, without the determination to concentrate myself on one subject at a time.
I never had one hour’s happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.
I never see any difference in boys. I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys and beef-faced boys.
I never will desert Mr Micawber.
I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.
I pass my whole life, miss, in turning an immense pecuniary Mangle.
I pity his ignorance and despise him.
I revere the memory of Mr F. as an estimable man and most indulgent husband, only necessary to mention Asparagus and it appeared or to hint at any little delicate thing to drink and it came like magic in a pint bottle it was not ecstasy but it was comfort.
I see traces of the turtle soup, and venison, and gold spoon in this.
I think it’s liquid aggravation that circulates through his veins, and not regular blood.
I think there cannot be kinder people in the world. There is nothing but good will left between me and a People for whom I have a real regard and to whom I would not willfully have given an offence.
I think…that it is the best club in London.
I want to be something so much worthier than the doll in the doll’s house.
I wants to make your flesh creep.
I was always treated as if I had insisted on being born in opposition to the dictates of reason, religion, and morality.
I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.
I work very fast and steadily, and I don’t hardly ever notice that I’m working. It feels like just breathing or walking when I do films.
I’d better go into the house, and die and be a riddance!
I’ll eat my head.
If I could work my will, said Scrooge indignantly, “every idiot who goes about with ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!”
If I dropped a tear upon your hand, may it wither it up! If I spoke a gentle word in your hearing, may it deafen you! If I touched you with my lips, may the touch be poison to you! A curse upon this roof that gave me shelter! Sorrow and shame upon your head! Ruin upon all belonging to you!
If it was ever intended that I should go across salt water, do you suppose Providence would have cast my lot in an island?
If its individual citizens, to a man, are to be believed, it always is depressed, and always is stagnated, and always is at an alarming crisis, and never was otherwise; though as a body, they are ready to make oath upon the Evangelists, at any hour of the day or night, that it is the most thriving and prosperous of all countries on the habitable globe.
If there were no bad people there would be no good lawyers.
If you could say, with truth, to your own solitary heart, to-night, ‘I have secured to myself the love and attachment, the gratitude or respect, of no human creature; I have won myself a tender place in no regard; I have done nothing good or serviceable to be remembered by!’ your seventy-eight years would be seventy-eight heavy curses; would they not?
If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you’d form some idea of what unrequited affection is.
If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you’d form some idea of what unrequited affection is.
If you must go flopping yourself down, flop in favour of your husband and child, and not in opposition to ’em.
If you will take me for your wife, Walter, I will love you dearly. If you will let me go with you, Walter, I will go to the world’s end without fear. I can give up nothing for you – I have nothing to resign, and no one to forsake; but all my love and life shall be devoted to you, and with my last breath I will breathe your name to God if I have sense and memory left.
In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.
In company with several other old ladies of both sexes.
In the absence of the planet Venus, who has gone on business to the Horse Guards.
In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt, as injustice.
In this life we want nothing but facts, sir; nothing but facts.
In this way they went on, and on, and on–in the language of the story-books–until at last the village lights appeared before them, and the church spire cast a long reflection on the graveyard grass; as if it were a dial (alas, the truest in the world!) marking, whatever light shone out of Heaven, the flight of days and weeks and years, by some new shadow on that solemn ground.
Indeed, it may be laid down as a general principle, that the more extended the ancestry, the greater the amount of violence and vagabondism; for in ancient days those two amusements, combining a wholesome excitement with a promising means of repairing shattered fortunes, were at once the ennobling pursuit and the healthful recreation of the Quality of this land.
Industry is the soul of business and the keystone of prosperity.
Institutionalised in sports, the military, acculturated sexuality, the history and mythology of heroism, violence is taught to boys until they becomes its advocates.
It came like magic in a pint bottle; it was not ecstasy but it was comfort.
It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good-humor.
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.
It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.
It is a pleasant thing to reflect upon, and furnishes a complete answer to those who contend for the gradual degeneration of the human species, that every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last.
It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.
It is said that the children of the poor are not brought up, but dragged up.
It is well for a man to respect his own vocation whatever it is and to think himself bound to uphold it and to claim for it the respect it deserves.
It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind, that we are the most disposed to picture to ourselves what flowers they might have borne, if they had flourished.
It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper; so cry away.
It was a good thing to have a couple of thousand people all rigid and frozen together, in the palm of one’s hand.
It was a nice sickly season just at this time. In commercial phrase, coffins were looking up.
It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but, as matters stood it was a town of unnatural red and black as the painted face of a savage.
It was a turkey! He could never have stood upon his legs, that bird. He would have snapped ’em off short in a minute, like sticks of sealing-wax.
It was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God Bless Us, Every One!
It was no fancy of mine about his hands, I observed; for he frequently ground the palms against each other as if to squeeze them dry and warm, besides often wiping them, in a stealthy way, on his pocket-handkerchief.
It was not a bosom to repose upon, but it was a capital bosom to hang jewels upon.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness . . . it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair . . . in short, the period was so far like the present period . . . .
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.
It was understood that nothing of a tender nature could possibly be confided to old Barley, by reason of his being totally unequal to the consideration of any subject more psychological than gout, rum, and purser’s stores.
It will be very generally found that those who will sneer habitually at human nature, and affect to despise it, are among its worst and least pleasant samples.
It’s calm and – what’s that word again – critical! – no – classical, that’s it – it is calm and classical.
It’s over, and can’t be helped, and that’s one consolation, as they always says in Turkey, when they cuts the wrong man’s head off.
It’s a regular holiday to them—all porter and skittles.
It’s my opinion, sir, that this meeting is drunk, sir!
Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
Keep out of Chancery. It’s being ground to bits in a slow mill; it’s being roasted at a slow fire; it’s being stung to death by single bees; it’s being drowned by drops; it’s going mad by grains.
Keep up appearances whatever you do.
Kent, sir—everyone knows Kent—apples, cherries, hops and women.
Language was not powerful enough to describe the infant phenomenon.
Lawyers hold that there are two kinds of particularly bad witnesses–a reluctant witness, and a too-willing witness.
Let me feel now what sharp distress I may.
Let us be moral. Let us contemplate existence.
Life is made of ever so many partings welded together.
Literature should stand by itself, of itself, and for itself.
Look here. Upon my soul you mustn’t come into the place saying you want to know, you know.
Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter’s day, how beautiful the shadows are! Alas! it is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life, Tom, are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these!
Lord, keep my memory green.
Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman . . .
Many merry Christmases, friendships, great accumulation of cheerful recollections, affection on earth, and Heaven at last for all of us.
May not the complaint, that common people are above their station, often take its rise in the fact of uncommon people being below theirs?
Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.
Minerva House was a finishing establishment for young ladies, where some twenty girls of the ages from thirteen to nineteen inclusive, acquired a smattering of everything and a knowledge of nothing.
Miss Bolo rose from the table considerably agitated, and went straight home, in a flood of tears, and a sedan chair.
Missionaries are perfect nuisances and leave every place worse than they found it.
Most men are individuals no longer so far as their business, its activities, or its moralities are concerned. They are not units but fractions.
Mr Podsnap settled that whatever he put behind him he put out of existence… ‘I don’t want to know about it; I don’t choose to discuss it; I don’t admit it !’
Mr Podsnap was well to do, and stood very high in Mr Podsnap’s opinion.
Mr Squeers’s appearance was not prepossessing. He had but one eye, and the popular prejudice runs in favour of two.
Mrs Boffin…is a high flyer at Fashion.
Mrs Crupp had indignantly assured him that there wasn’t room to swing a cat there; but, as Mr Dick justly observed to me… ‘You know, Trotwood, I don’t want to swing a cat. I never do swing a cat. Therefore, what does that signify to me!’
Mrs General had no opinions. Her way of forming a mind was to prevent it from forming opinions… Mrs General was not to be told of anything shocking. Accidents, miseries, and offences, were never to be mentioned before her. Passion was to go to sleep in the presence of Mrs General, and blood was to change to milk and water. The little that was left in the world, when all these deductions were made, it was Mrs General’s province to varnish.
Mrs. Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her cleanliness more uncomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself.
My daughter, there are times of moral danger when the hardest virtuous resolution to form is flight, and when the most heroic bravery is flight.
My life is one demd horrid grind!
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.
Never sign a Valentine with your own name.
No man ever walked down to posterity with so small a book under his arm.
No one is useless in the world who lightens the burden of it for anyone else.
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else.
No one who can read, ever looks at a book, even unopened on a shelf, like one who cannot.
Not presume to dictate, but broiled fowl and mushrooms – capital thing!
Not to put too fine a point upon it.
Now, I return to this young fellow. And the communication I have got to make is, that he has great expectations.
Now, what I want is, facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which I bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir!
Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. It looked as if it had once been a large house of entertainment; but the roof had fallen in, in many places, and the stairs were steep, rugged, and broken. There was a huge fire-place in the room into which they walked, and the chimney was blackened with smoke; but no warm blaze lighted it up now. The white feathery dust of burnt wood was still strewed over the hearth, but the stove was cold, and all was dark and gloomy.
Oh gracious, why wasn’t I born old and ugly?
Oh gracious, why wasn’t I born old and ugly ?
Oh let us love our occupations, Bless the squire and his relations, Live upon our daily rations, And always know our proper stations.
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
Oh! They’re too beautiful to live, much too beautiful!
Oh, what a misfortune is mine, cried Bradley, breaking off to wipe the starting perspiration from his face as he shook from head to foot, “that I cannot so control myself as to appear a stronger creature than this, when a man who has not felt in all his life what I have felt in a day can so command himself!” He said it in a very agony, and even followed it with an errant motion of his hands as if he could have torn himself.
On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . .
Once a gentleman, and always a gentleman.
One of these flaws was, that having been long taught by his father to over-reach everybody he had imperceptibly acquired a love of over-reaching that venerable monitor himself. The other, that from his early habits of considering everything as a question of property, he had gradually come to look, with impatience, on his parent as a certain amount of personal estate, which had no right whatever to be going at large, but ought to be secured in that particular description of iron safe which is commonly called a coffin, and banked in the grave.
Opening her eyes again, and seeing her husband’s face across the table, she leaned forward to give it a pat on the cheek, and sat down to supper, declaring it to be the best face in the world.
Our affections, however laudable, in this transitory world, should never master us; we should guide them, guide them
Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.
People mutht be amuthed. They can’t be alwayth a learning, nor yet they can’t be alwayth a working, they an’t made for it.
Perhaps it is a good thing to have an unsound hobby ridden hard; for it is sooner ridden to death.
Philosophers are only men in armor after all.
Please, sir, I want some more.
Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage.
Poetry’s unnat’ral; no man ever talked poetry ’cept a beadle on boxin day, or Warren’s blackin’, or Rowland’s oil, or some o’ them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy.
Politics are much discussed, so are banks, so is cotton. Quiet people avoid the question of the Presidency…the great constitutional feature of this institution being, that directly the acrimony of the last election is over, the next one begins.
Polly put the kettle on, we’ll all have tea.
Polly put the kettle on, we’ll all have tea.
Poverty and oysters always seem to go together.
Pride is one of the seven deadly sins; but it cannot be the pride of a mother in her children, for that is a compound of two cardinal virtues — faith and hope.
Probably every new and eagerly expected garment ever put on since clothes came in fell a trifle short of the wearer’s expectation.
Probably every new and eagerly expected garment ever put on since clothes came in, fell a trifle short of the wearer’s expectation.
Professionally he declines and falls, and as a friend he drops into poetry.
Queer Street is full of lodgers just at present.
Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many – not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many-not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.
Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.
Say, like those wicked Turks, there is no What’s-his-name but Thingummy, and What-you-may-call-it is his prophet !
Send forth the child and childish man together, and blush for the pride that libels our own old happy state, and gives its title to an ugly and distorted image.
She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her `Ode to an Expiring Frog,’ sir.
She was dry and sandy with working in the graves of deceased languages. None of your live languages for Miss Blimber. They must be dead—stone dead—and then Miss Blimber dug them up like a Ghoul.
She was truest to them in the season of trial, as all the quietly loyal and good will always be.
She’s the only sylph I ever saw, who could stand upon one leg, and play the tambourine on her other knee, like a sylph.
She’s all my fancy painted her, Sir, that’s what she is.
She’s the sort of woman…one would almost feel disposed to bury for nothing: and do it neatly, too!
Sir, My pa requests me to write to you. The doctors considering it doubtful whether he will ever recuvver the use of his legs which prevents his holding a pen.
Skewered through and through with office-pens, and bound hand and foot with red tape.
So, I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.
Some medical beast had revived tar-water in those days as a fine medicine, and Mrs. Joe always kept a supply of it in the cupboard; having a belief in its virtues correspondent to its nastiness. At the best of times, so much of this elixir was administered to me as a choice restorative, that I was conscious of going about, smelling like a new fence.
Something will come of this. I hope it mayn’t be human gore.
Something will come of this. I hope it mayn’t be human gore!
Stranger, pause and ask thyself the question, Canst thou do likewise? If not, with a blush retire.
Strong mental agitation and disturbance was no novelty to him, even before his late sufferings. It never is, to obstinate and sullen natures; for they struggle hard to be such.
Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you’ve conquered human nature.
Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you’ve conquered human nature.
Subscribe to our noble society for providing the infant negroes in the West Indies with flannel waistcoats and moral pocket handkerchiefs.
Such is hope, heaven’s own gift to struggling mortals, pervading, like some subtle essence from the skies, all things both good and bad.
Take a little time—count five-and-twenty, Tattycoram.
Take nothing on its looks; take everything on evidence. There’s no better rule.
That it is at least as difficult to stay a moral infection as a physical one; that such a disease will spread with the malignity and rapidity of the Plague; that the contagion, when it has once made head, will spare no pursuit or condition, but will lay hold on people in the soundest health, and become developed in the most unlikely constitutions; is a fact as firmly established by experience as that we human creatures breathe an atmosphere.
That sort of half sigh, which, accompanied by two or three slight nods of the head, is pity’s small change in general society.
That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.
The age of chivalry is past. Bores have succeeded to dragons.
The bearings of this observation lays in the application on it.
The bright old day now dawns again; the cry runs through the land, in England there shall be dear bread — in Ireland, sword and brand; and poverty, and ignorance, shall swell the rich and grand, so rally round the rulers with the gentle iron hand, of the fine old English Tory days; hail to the coming time!
The business of the law is to increase the business of the law.
The civility which money will purchase, is rarely extended to those who have none.
The delights—the ten thousand million delights of a pantomime.
The earth covered with a sable pall as for the burial of yesterday; the clumps of dark trees, its giant plumes of funeral feathers, waving sadly to and fro: all hushed, all noiseless, and in deep repose, save the swift clouds that skim across the moon, and the cautious wind, as, creeping after them upon the ground, it stops to listen, and goes rustling on, and stops again, and follows, like a savage on the trail.
The earth was made for Dombey and Son to trade in, and the sun and moon were made to give them light. Rivers and seas were formed to float their ships; rainbows gave them promise of fair weather; winds blew for or against their enterprises; stars and planets circled in their orbits, to preserve inviolate a system of which they were the centre.
The evil of it is, that it is a world wrapped up in too much jeweller’s cotton and fine wool, and cannot hear the rushing of the larger worlds, and cannot see them as they circle round the sun. It is a deadened world, and its growth is sometimes unhealthy for want of air.
The first rule of business is: Do other men for they would do you.
The Lord No Zoo.
The man who knows only one subject is almost as tiresome as the man who knows no subject.
The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world, brother.
The mistake was made of putting some of the trouble out of King Charles’s head into my head.
The mistake was made of putting some of the trouble out of King Charles’s head into my head.
The object of our lives is won. Henceforth let us wear it silently. My lips are closed upon the past from this hour. I forgive you your part in to-morrow’s wickedness. May God forgive my own!
The one great principle of English law is to make business for itself.
The one great principle of the English law is, to make business for itself. There is no other principle distinctly, certainly, and consistently maintained through all its narrow turnings.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
The privileges of the side-table included the small prerogatives of sitting next to the toast, and taking two cups of tea to other people’s one.
The question about everything was, would it bring a blush to the cheek of a young person?
The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the air around; the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistened on every leaf as it trembled in the gentle air: and the birds sang as if every sparkling drop were a fountain of inspiration to them.
The sergeant was describing a military life. It was all drinking, he said, except that there were frequent intervals of eating and love making.
The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour.
The speaker, and the schoolmaster, and the third grown person present, all backed a little, and swept with their eyes the inclined plane of little vessels then and there arranged in order, ready to have imperial gallons of facts poured into them until they were full to the brim.
The two stand in the fast-thinning throng of victims, but they speak as if they were alone. Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother, else so wide apart and differing, have come together on the dark highway, to repair home together, and to rest in her bosom.
The water of the fountain ran, the swift river ran, the day ran into evening, so much life in the city ran into death according to rule, time and tide waited for no man, the rats were sleeping close together in their dark holes again, the Fancy Ball was lighted up at supper, all things ran their course.
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.
The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.
The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us; but, so far we are pursued by nothing else.
The wind’s in the east… I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in the east.
The wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile.
The word of a gentleman is as good as his bond; and sometimes better.
Then Bob proposed: ‘A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!’ Which all his family re-echoed. ‘God bless us every one!’ said Tiny Tim, the last of all.
There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.
There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.
There are not a few among the disciples of charity who require, in their vocation, scarcely less excitement than the votaries of pleasure in theirs.
There are only two styles of portrait painting, the serious and the smirk.
There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.
There are very few moments in a man’s existence when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat.
There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast.
There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.
There is never enough time to do or say all the things that we would wish; The thing is to do as much as you can in the time that you have.
There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate.
There is nothing so strong or safe in an emergency of life as the simple truth.
There is probably a smell of roasted chestnuts and other good comfortable things all the time, for we are telling Winter Stories – Ghost Stories, or more shame for us – round the Christmas fire; and we have never stirred, except to draw a little nearer to it.
There might be some credit in being jolly.
There was a fine gentle wind, and Mr Pickwick’s hat rolled sportively before it. The wind puffed, and Mr Pickwick puffed, and the hat rolled over and over as merrily as a lively porpoise in a strong tide.
There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long, and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him than any women of the world.
There’s milestones on the Dover Road!
There’s milestones on the Dover Road!
These sequestered nooks are the public offices of the legal profession, where writs are issued, judgments signed, declarations filed, and numerous other ingenious machines put in motion for the torture and torment of His Majesty’s liege subjects, and the comfort and emolument of the practitioners of the law.
These two ignorant and unpolished people had guided themselves so far on in their journey of life, by a religious sense of duty and desire to do right.
They are so filthy and bestial that no honest man would admit one into his house for a water-closet doormat.
They moved so gently, that their footsteps made no noise; but there were sobs from among the group, and sounds of grief and mourning.
This ain’t the shop for justice.
This is a London particular… A fog, miss.
This is a world of action, and not for moping and droning in.
Thus, it comes to pass, that a certain room in a certain old hall, where a certain bad lord, baronet, knight, or gentleman, shot himself, has certain planks in the floor from which the blood will not be taken out. You may scrape and scrape, as the present owner has done, or plane and plane, as his father did, or scrub and scrub, as his grandfather did, or burn and burn with strong acids, as his great-grandfather did, but, there the blood will still be – no redder and no paler – no more and no less – always just the same.
Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby.
To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.
Tongue; well, that’s a wery good thing when it an’t a woman’s.
Train up a fig-tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it.
United Metropolitian Improved Hot Muffin and Crumpet Baking and Punctual Delivery Company.
Uriah, with his long hands slowly twining over one another, made a ghastly writhe from the waist upwards.
We are so very ‘Humble.
We came to the house, and it is an old house, full of great chimneys where wood is burnt on ancient dogs upon the hearth, and grim portraits (some of them with grim legends, too) lower distrustfully from the oaken panels of the walls.
We cannot have single gentlemen to come into this establishment and sleep like double gentlemen without paying extra for it .
We forge the chains we wear in life.
We know, Mr. Weller—we, who are men of the world—that a good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later.
We never knows wot’s hidden in each other’s hearts; and if we had glass winders there, we’d need keep the shutters up, some on us, I do assure you!
We shall never forget the mingled feelings of awe and respect with which we used to gaze on the exterior of New gate in our schoolboy days…[the doors] looking as if they were made for the express purpose of letting people in, and never letting them out again.
We spent as much money as we could, and got as little for it as people could make up their minds to give us. We were always more or less miserable, and most of our acquaintance were in the same condition. There was a gay fiction among us that we were constantly enjoying ourselves, and a skeleton truth that we never did. To the best of my belief, our case was in the last aspect a rather common one.
We’ve got a private master comes to teach us at home, but we ain’t proud, because ma says it’s sinful.
What a fine thing capital punishment is! Dead men never repent; dead men never bring awkward stories to light. Ah, it’s a fine thing for the trade! Five of ’emstrung up in a row; and none left to play booty, or turn white-livered!
What a world of gammon and spinnage it is, though, ain’t it ?
What is meant by a “knowledge of the world” is simply, an acquaintance with the infirmities of men.
What is the odds so long as the fire of soul is kindled at the taper of conwiviality, and the wing of friendship never moults a feather!
Whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do it well; whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself completely; in great aims and in small I have always thoroughly been in earnest.
Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving- how not to do it.
Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving—how not to do it.
When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing for himself; but when he laughs inwardly, it bodes no good to other people.
When found, make a note of.
When she took her opposite place in the carriage corner, the brightness in her face was so charming to behold, that on her exclaiming, “What beautiful stars and what a glorious night!” the Secretary said “Yes,” but seemed to prefer to see the night and the stars in the light of her lovely little countenance, to looking out of window.
When they were all tired of blind-man’s buff, there was a great game at snap-dragon, and when fingers enough were burned with that, and all the raisins were gone, they sat down by the huge fire of blazing lags to a substantial supper, and a mighty bowl of wassail, something smaller than an ordinary wash-house copper, in which the hot apples were hissing and bubbling with a rich look, and a jolly sound, that were perfectly irresistible.
Why am I always at war with myself? Why have I told, as if upon compulsion, what I knew all along I ought to have withheld? Why am I making a friend of this woman beside me, in spite of the whispers against her that I hear in my heart?
With a fierce action of her hand, as if she sprinkled hatred on the ground, and with it devoted those who were standing there to destruction, she looked up once at the black sky, and strode out into the wild night.
With affection beaming in one eye, and calculation out of the other.
Women can always put things in fewest words. Except when it’s blowing up; and then they lengthens it out.
Words cannot state the amount of aggravation and injury wreaked upon me by Trabb’s boy, when passing abreast of me, he pulled up his shirt-collar, twined his side-hair, stuck an arm akimbo, and smirked extravagantly by, wriggling his elbows and body, and drawling to his attendants, ‘Don’t know yah, don’t know yah, ’pon my soul don’t know yah!’
Yes. He saw her in his mind, exactly as she was. She bore him company with her pride, resentment, hatred, all as plain to him as her beauty; with nothing plainer to him than her hatred of him. He saw her sometimes haughty and repellent at his side, and some times down among his horse’s feet, fallen and in the dust. But he always saw her as she was, without disguise, and watched her on the dangerous way that she was going.
You are a human boy, my young friend. A human boy. O glorious to be a human boy!… O running stream of sparkling joy To be a soaring human boy!
You don’t carry in your countenance a letter of recommendation.
You wouldn’t mind being at once introduced to the Aged, would you?
You’re a amiably-disposed young man, sir, I don’t think.
Your sister is given to government.
Anger and hatred lead to fear; compassion and concern for others allow us to develop self-confidence, which breeds trust and friendship.Dalai Lama