Occupation: Writer Birth: February 7, 1812 Death: June 9, 1870
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!.
My advice is to never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time..
They are Man's and they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance and this girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their de….
A smattering of everything, and a knowledge of nothing..
Some women's faces are, in their brightness, a prophecy; and some, in their sadness, a history..
If you will take me for your wife, Walter, I will love you dearly. If you will let me go with you, Walter, I will go to the world's end without fear.….
'Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby..
A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body!.
And 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 a….
It was darkly rumoured that the butler, regarding him with favour such as that stern man had never shown before to mortal boy, had sometimes mingled ….
The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day..
All knives and forks were working away at a rate that was quite alarming; very few words were spoken; and everybody seemed to eat his utmost, in self….
God bless us every one! said Tiny Tim, the last of all..
It is known, to the force of a single pound weight, what the engine will do; but, not all the calculators of the National Debt can tell me the capaci….
They are so filthy and bestial that no honest man would admit one into his house for a water-closet doormat..
The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thi….
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. To begin my life….
... still his philanthropy was of that gunpowderous sort that the difference between it and animosity was hard to determine..
"Drink with me, my dear," said Mr. Weller. "Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy.".
I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in al….
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 decorou….