A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

He’d make a lovely corpse.

I don’t remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright moonlight nights, when I start from my sleep, and all is quiet about...

Ah, Miss Harriet, it would do us no harm to remember oftener than we do, that vices are sometimes only virtues carried to excess!

If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you’d form some idea of what unrequited affection is.

The man who knows only one subject is almost as tiresome as the man who knows no subject.

Half a crown in the bill, if you look at the waiter.

Minds, like bodies, will fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.

What am I doing? Tearing myself. My usual occupation at most times.

The girl’s life had been squandered in the streets, and among the most noisome of the stews and dens of London, but there was something of the woman’s original nature left in her still; and...

‎And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.

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...

We are thankful to come here for rest, sir,” said Jenny. “You see, you don’t know what the rest of this place is to us; does he, Lizzie? It’s the quiet, and the air.””The quiet!”...

What is he to learn? To imitate? Or to avoid? When your friends the bees worry themselves about their sovereign, and become perfectly distracted touching the slightest monarchical movement, are we men to learn the...

It is a place that ‘grows upon you’ every day. There seems to be always something to find out in it. There are the most extraordinary alleys and by-ways to walk about in. You can...

From the beginning, she had sat looking at him fixedly. As he now leaned back in his chair, and bent his deep-set eyes upon her in his turn, perhaps he might have seen one wavering...

Are you thankful for not being young?”Yes, sir. If I was young, it would all have to be gone through again, and the end would be a weary way off, don’t you see?…

I should like to ask you:-Does your childhood seem far off? Do the days when you sat at your mother’s knee, seem days of very long ago?”Responding to his softened manner, Mr. Lorry answered:”Twenty years...

from the days when it was always summer in Eden,to these days when it is mostly winter in fallen latitudes, the world of a man has invariably gone one way Charles Darnay’s way the way...

Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby

There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.

Credit is a system whereby a person who can’t pay gets another person who can’t pay to guarantee that he can pay

He’s tough, ma’am, tough, is J. B. Tough and devilish sly!

What greater gift than the love of a cat?

Some people . . . may be Rooshans, and others may be Prooshans; they are born so, and will please themselves. Them which is of other naturs thinks different.

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...

`If the law supposes that,’ said Mr Bumble, . . . `the law is a ass – a idiot.’

Stranger, pause and ask thyself the question, Canst thou do likewise? If not, with a blush retire.

Philosophers are only men in armor after all.

He had but one eye and the pocket of prejudice runs in favor of two.

The curtains of his bed were drawn aside; and Scrooge, starting up into a half-recumbent attitude, found himself face to face with the unearthly visitor who drew them: as close to it as I am...

It will be your duty, and it will be your pleasure too to estimate her (as you chose her) by the qualities that she has, and not by the qualities she may not have.

[T]he wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile.

I must do something or I shall wear my heart away…

. . . such a rush immediately ensued that she with laughing face and plundered dress was borne towards it the centre of a flushed and boisterous group, just in time to greet the father,...

In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is–as the light called human life is–at its coming and its going.

What connexion can there be, between the place in Lincolnshire, the house in town, the Mercury in powder, and the whereabout of Jo the outlaw with the broom, who had that distant ray of light...

I laboured hard at my book, without allowing it to interfere with the punctual discharge of my newspaper duties; and it came out and was very successful. I was not stunned by the praise which...

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

Oh! if, when we oppress and grind our fellow-creatures, we bestowed but one thought on the dark evidences of human error, which, like dense and heavy clouds, are rising, slowly it is true, but not...

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

Drink with me, my dear, said Mr. Weller. “Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy.”

In company with several other old ladies of both sexes.

All of us have wonders hidden in our breasts, only needing circumstances to evoke them.

It is a sensation not experienced by many mortals, said he, “to be looking into a churchyard on a wild windy night, and to feel that I no more hold a place among the living...

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...

Think! I’ve got enough to do, and little enough to get for it, without thinking.

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.

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...

‘God bless us, every one!’ said Tiny Tim, the last of all.