Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so many years it was a splendid laugh!

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

Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did not die, he was a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a...

A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man.

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...

I believe the spreading of Catholicism to be the most horrible means of political and social degradation left in the world.

Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.

Casting my eyes on Mr. Wemmick as we went along, to see what he was like in the light of day, I found him to be a dry man, rather short in stature, with a...

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...

Pip, dear old chap, life is made of ever so many partings welded together, as I may say, and one man’s a blacksmith, and one’s a whitesmith, and one’s a goldsmith, and one’s a coppersmith....

When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about in a shape by which few but savages and hunters are attracted. But, when he is trimmed, smoothed, and varnished, according to the...

Come out into the world about you, be it either wide or limited. Sympathize, not in thought only, but in action, with all about you. Make yourself known and felt for something that would be...

Time was with most of us, when Christmas Day, encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together all our home enjoyments, affections, and...

Say, like those wicked Turks, there is no What’s-his-name but Thingummy, and What-you-may-call-it is his prophet!

Take example by your father, my boy, and be very careful of vidders all your life, specially if they’ve kept a public house, Sammy.

Not to put too fine a point upon it.

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...

I love little children, and it is not a slight thing when they, who are fresh from God, love us

Here’s richness!

. . . it is a principle of his that no man who was not a true gentleman at heart, ever was, since the world began, a true gentleman in manner. He says, no varnish...

What is peace? Is it war? No. Is it strife? No. Is it lovely, and gentle, and beautiful, and pleasant, and serene, and joyful? O yes!

Do all the good you can, and make as little fuss about it as possible.

There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.

But Rosa soon made the discovery that Miss Twinkleton didn’t read fairly. She cut the love-scenes, interpolated passages in praise of female celibacy, and was guilty of other glaring pious frauds.

Indeed this gentleman’s stoicism was of that not uncommon kind, which enables a man to bear with exemplary fortitude the afflictions of his friends, but renders him, by way of counterpoise, rather selfish and sensitive...

Certainly he should not. Unless he wants to get rid of the friend- and then it becomes a question how much portable property it may be worth to get rid of him.

What greater gift than the love of a cat.

It is no worse, because I write of it. It would be no better, if I stopped my most unwilling hand. Nothing can undo it; nothing can make it otherwise than as it was.

How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of...

It is but a glimpse of the world of fashion that we want on this same miry afternoon.… There is much good in it; there are many good and true people in it; it has...

He was rather a low sort of pony. The fact is, he had been originally jobbed out by the day, and he never quite got over his old habits. He was clever in melodrama too,...

The streets looked small, of course. The streets that we have only seen as children always do I believe when we go back to them

Ama-a, ama-a, ama-a. Se ela favorecer-te, ama-a. Se ela ferir-te, ama-a. Se ela te despedaçar o coração, que à medida que envelhecer e ficar mais forte, sangrará mais, ama-a, ama-a, ama-a!

My advice is to never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time.

If I could not walk far and fast, I think I should just explode and perish.

Let me feel now what sharp distress I may

Such is hope, heaven’s own gift to struggling mortals, pervading, like some subtle essence from the skies, all things both good and bad.

No man ever walked down to posterity with so small a book under his arm.

Bah,’ said Scrooge. “Humbug!”

The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world, brother.

Here’s the rule for bargains: `Do other men, for they would do you.’ That’s the true business precept.

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...

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;...

Buy an annuity cheap, and make your life interesting to yourself and everybody else that watches the speculation.

Men’s courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead, said Scrooge. “”But if the courses be departed from, the ends will change. Say it is thus with what you show...

Anything for the quick life, as the man said when he took the situation at the lighthouse.

They are Man’s and they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance and this girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this...

Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art.”(Last words, according to Dickens’s obituary in The Times.)

Your haughty religious people would have held their heads up to see me as I am tonight, and preached of flames and vengeance,’ cried the girl. ‘Oh, dear lady, why ar’n’t those who claim to...

It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas when the Great Creator was a child himself.