A highly geological home-made cake.

They whirled past the dark trees, as feathers would be swept before a hurricane. Houses, gates, churches, hay-stacks, objects of every kind they shot by, with a velocity and noise like roaring waters suddenly let...

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...

It was a good thing to have a couple of thousand people all rigid and frozen together, in the palm of one’s hand.

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...

Ich schwieg und dachte daran, was für ein Aschenputteldasein sieh geführt hatte, bis Mr. Wopsles Großtante endlich die schlechte Gewohnheit aufgab zu leben, die manche Menschen besser ablegen sollten.

She was the most wonderful woman for prowling about the house. How she got from one story to another was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was...

Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for...

To have all those noble Romans alive before me, and walking in and out for my entertainment, instead of being the stern taskmasters they had been at school, was a most novel and delightful effect.

After that, he drank all the rest of the sherry, and Mr. Hubble drank the port, and the two talked (which I have since observed to be customary in such cases) as if they were...

It is the custom on the stage: in all good, murderous melodramas: to present the tragic and the comic scenes, in as regular alternation, as the layers of red and white in a side of...

Nel piccolo mondo in cui i bambini vivono la loro esistenza, chiunque li allevi, non c’è nulla che venga percepito più acutamente dell’ingiustizia. Può darsi che sia solo una piccola ingiustizia quella che il bambino...

In a utilitarian age, of all other times, it is a matter of grave importance that fairy tales should be respected.”(Frauds on the Fairies, 1853)

Do you want to be a gentleman, to spite her or to gain her over? Because, if it is to spite her, I should think – but you know best – that might be better...

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...

Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door

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...

At Mr Wackford Squeers’s Academy, Dotheboys Hall . . . Youth are boarded, clothed, booked, furnished with pocket-money, provided with all necessaries, instructed in all languages living and dead.

Miss Bolo rose from the table considerably agitated, and went straight home, in a flood of tears and a Sedan chair.

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.

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...

Oh gracious, why wasn’t I born old and ugly?

I expect a judgment. Shortly.

Pass the rosy wine.

‘Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby.

The persons on whom I have bestowed my dearest love lie deep in their graves; but, although the happiness and delight of my life lie buried there too, I have not made a coffin of...

Por menos valor que tenha a vida quando é desperdiçada, vale, contudo, a pena defendê-la. Se assim não fosse, não custaria abandoná-la.

Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart...

It is the fate of most men who mingle with the world, and attain even the prime of life, to make many real friends, and lose them in the course of nature. It is the...

I want to escape from myself. For when I do start up and stare myself seedily in the face, as happens to be my case at present, my blankness is inconceivable–indescribable–my misery amazing.

My heart is set, as firmly as ever heart of man was set on woman. I have no thought, no view, no hope, in life beyond her; and if you oppose me in this great...

His high spiced wares were made to sell, and they sold; and his thousands of readers could as rationally charge their delight in filth upon him, as a glutton can shift upon his cook the...

The New Testament is the very best book that ever was or ever will be known in the world.

Eu sei, eu sei que não posso ter esperanças de dizer que a senhora é minha, Estella. Eu não sei o que está para acontecer comigo, se vou ficar pobre ou para onde vou. Mas,...

My advice is, never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time. Collar him!

I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.

Our affections are our consolation and comfort; and memory, however sad, is the best and purest link between this world and a better

No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.

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...

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.

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...

I never will desert Mr Micawber.

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)...

No man knows till the time comes, what depths are within him. To some men it never comes; let them rest and be thankful! To me, you brought it; on me, you forced it; and...

Probably every new and eagerly expected garment ever put on since clothes came in fell a trifle short of the wearer’s expectation

What a world of gammon and spinnage it is, though, ain’t it!

Dignity, and even holiness too, sometimes, are more questions of coat and waistcoat than some people imagine.

Christmas is a time in which, of all times in the year, the memory of every remediable sorrow, wrong, and trouble in the world around us, should be active with us, not less than our...

Mr Lorry asks the witness questions:Ever been kicked? Might have been.Frequently? No. Ever kicked down stairs? Decidedly not; once received a kick at the top of a staircase, and fell down stairs of his own...

Never say never