A man must take the fat with the lean.
That glorious vision of doing good is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds.
Although I am an old man, night is generally my time for walking.
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.
... what such people miscall their religion, is a vent for their bad humours and arrogance.
The cramped monotony of my existence grinds me away by the grain.
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.
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.
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.
There is prodigious strength in sorrow and despair.
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!
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?
And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death.
It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.
Money, says the proverb, makes money. When you have got a little, it is often easy to get more.
A display of indifference to all the actions and passions of mankind was not supposed to be such a distinguished quality at that time, I think, as I have observed it to be considered since. I have known it very fashionable indeed. I have seen it displayed with such success, that I have encountered some fine ladies and gentlemen who might as well have been born caterpillars.
Do not close your heart against all my efforts to help you.
'Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby.
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 not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea.
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