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.
Although I am an old man, night is generally my time for walking.
Never," said my aunt, "be mean in anything; never be false; never be cruel. Avoid those three vices, Trot, and I can always be hopeful of you.
... what such people miscall their religion, is a vent for their bad humours and arrogance.
And thus ever by day and night, under the sun and under the stars, climbing the dusty hills and toiling along the weary plains, journeying by land and journeying by sea, coming and going so strangely, to meet and to act and react on one another, move all we restless travellers through the pilgrimage of life.
That glorious vision of doing good is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds.
The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from behind a distant hill, the noble sun rose up, driving the mists in phantom shapes before it, and clearing the earth of their ghostly forms till darkness came again.
Every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last.
The cramped monotony of my existence grinds me away by the grain.
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.
One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind.
But injustice breeds injustice; the fighting with shadows and being defeated by them necessitates the setting up of substances to combat.
But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.
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.
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.
The clouds were flying fast, the wind was coming up in gusts, banging some neighboring shutters that had broken loose, twirling the rusty chimney-cowls and weathercocks, and rushing round and round a confined adjacent churchyard as if it had a mind to blow the dead citizens out of their graves. The low thunder, muttering in all quarters of the sky at once, seemed to threaten vengeance for this attempted desecration, and to mutter, "Let them rest! Let them rest!
There is prodigious strength in sorrow and despair.
It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.
'Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby.
Nothing is discovered without God's intention and assistance, and I suppose every new knowledge of His works that is conceded to man to be distinctly a revelation by which men are to guide themselves.
And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death.
Do not close your heart against all my efforts to help you.
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.
Money, says the proverb, makes money. When you have got a little, it is often easy to get more.
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?
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