Occupation: Writer Birth: February 7, 1812 Death: June 9, 1870
A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world!.
The flowers that sleep by night, opened their gentle eyes and turned them to the day. The light, creation's mind, was everywhere, and all things owne….
Spite is a little word, but it represents as strange a jumble of feelings and compound of discords, as any polysyllable in the language..
"Madam," replied Mr. Micawber, "it is my intention to register such a vow on the virgin page of the future.".
By the by, who ever knew a man who never read or wrote neither who hadn't got some small back parlour which he would call a study!.
I had neither the good sense nor the good feeling to know that this was all my fault, and that if I had been easier with Joe, Joe would have been eas….
We never tire of the friendships we form with books..
Tongue; well that's a wery good thing when it an't a woman..
It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered his schoolroom windows on….
[S]he stood for some moments gazing at the sisters, with affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other..
My dear young lady, crime, like death, is not confined to the old and withered alone. The youngest and fairest are too often its chosen victims..
There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood..
All partings foreshadow the great final one..
We all have some experience of a feeling, that comes over us occasionally, of what we are saying and doing having been said and done before, in a rem….
It was understood that nothing of a tender nature could possibly be confided to old Barley, by reason of his being totally unequal to the considerati….
I wish I were the Commander in Chief in India... I should do my utmost to exterminate the Race upon whom the stain of the late cruelties rested..
The New Year, like an Infant Heir to the whole world, was waited for, with welcomes, presents, and rejoicings..
Many merry Christmases, many happy New Years. Unbroken friendships, great accumulations of cheerful recollections and affections on earth, and heaven….
I think the Romans must have aggravated one another very much, with their noses. Perhaps, they became the restless people they were, in consequence..
It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded..
Her contempt for me was so strong, that it became infectious, and I caught it..