It came like magic in a pint bottle; it was not ecstasy but it was comfort.

Subscribe to our noble society for providing the infant negroes in the West Indies with flannel waistcoats and moral pocket handkerchiefs.

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.

The suspense: the fearful, acute suspense: of standing idly by while the life of one we dearly love, is trembling in the balance; the racking thoughts that crowd upon the mind, and make the heart...

So may the New Year be a happy one to you, happy to many more whose happiness depends on you!

Sir,” returned Mrs. Sparsit, ” I cannot say that i have heard him precisely snore, and therefore must not make that statement. But on winter evenings, when he has fallen asleep at his table, I...

Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pound ought and six, result misery.

[W]e talk about the tyranny of words, but we like to tyrannise over them too; we are fond of having a large superfluous establishment of words to wait upon us on great occasions; we think...

[…] dropped his master’s head upon the floor with a pretty loud crash, and then, without an effort to lift it up, gazed upon the bystanders, as if he had done something rather clever than...

I should be an affected women, if I made any pretence of being surprised by my son’s inspiring such emotions; but I can’t be indifferent to anyone who is so sensible on his merits

This is the even-handed dealing of the world!” he said. “There is noth-ing on which it is so hard as poverty; and there is nothing it professes tocondemn with such severity as the pursuit of...

the sight of me is good for sore eyes

Drunkenness – that fierce rage for the slow, sure poison, that oversteps every other consideration; that casts aside wife, children, friends, happiness, and station; and hurries its victims madly on to degradation and death.

O let us love our occupations,/ Bless the squire and his relations,/ Live upon our daily rations,/ And always know our proper stations.

Known by the sobriquet of `The artful Dodger’.

A friendly swarry, consisting of a boiled leg of mutton with the usual trimmings.

Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up its Dead

I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when...

I assure you she’s the dearest girl.

and means of warmth.

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’…

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...

It’s my old girl that advises. She has the head. But I never own to it before her. Discipline must be maintained.

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.

Our love had begun in folly, and ended in madness!

I never heerd…nor read of nor see in picters, any angel in tights and gaiters…but…he’s a reg’lar thoroughbred angel for all that.

Before I go,” he said, and paused — “I may kiss her?”It was remembered afterwards that when he bent down and touched her face with his lips, he murmured some words. The child, who was...

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...

A new heart for a New Year, always!

Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.

Such is the influence which the condition of our own thoughts, exercises, even over the appearance of external objects. Men who look on nature, and their fellow-men, and cry that all is dark and gloomy,...

It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.

Where is your false, your treacherous, and cursed wife?””She’s gone forrard to the Police Office,” returns Mr Bucket. “You’ll see her there, my dear.””I would like to kiss her!” exclaims Mademoiselle Hortense, panting tigress-like. “You’d...

LONDON. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of...

Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many – not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some

Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he’s well dressed. There ain’t much credit in that.

I wish you could make a friend of me, Lizzie. Do you think you could? I have no more of what they call character, my dear, than a canary-bird, but I know I am trustworthy.

There is nothing so strong or safe in an emergency of life as the simple truth

I positively adore Miss Dombey; – I-I am perfectly sore with loving her.

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...

It’s calm and – what’s that word again – critical! – no – classical, that’s it – it is calm and classical.

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...

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.

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...

Mr Podsnap settled that whatever he put behind him he put out of existence . . . Mr Podsnap had even acquired a peculiar flourish of his right arm in often clearing the world of...

Now, I return to this young fellow. And the communication I have got to make is, that he has great expectations.

Polly put the kettle on, we’ll all have tea

And this is the eternal law. For, Evil often stops short at istelf and dies with the doer of it! but Good, never.

He went to the church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and for, and patted the children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of...

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.