Occupation: Writer Birth: February 7, 1812 Death: June 9, 1870
It had grown darker as they talked, and the wind was sawing and the sawdust was whirling outside paler windows. The underlying churchyard was already….
I feel an earnest and humble desire, and shall do till I die, to increase the stock of harmless cheerfulness..
Ven you read the speeches in the papers, and see as vun gen'lman says of another, 'the Honourable member, if he vill allow me to call him so' you vil….
Why am I always at war with myself? Why have I told, as if upon compulsion, what I knew all along I ought to have withheld? Why am I making a friend ….
The ocean asks for nothing but those who stand by her shores gradually attune themselves to her rhythm..
For not an orphan in the wide world can be so deserted as the child who is an outcast from a living parent's love..
If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is..
If I could not walk far and fast, I think I should just explode and perish..
For the night-wind has a dismal trick of wandering round and round a building of that sort, and moaning as it goes; and of trying, with its unseen ha….
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport ….
The air came laden with the fragrance it caught upon its way, and the bees, upborne upon its scented breath, hummed forth their drowsy satisfaction a….
You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about….
He lived in chambers that had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, whe….
I wear the chain I forged in life....I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it..
The New Testament is the very best book that ever was or ever will be known in the world..
"My comfort is," said Susan, looking back at Mr. Dombey, "that I have told a piece of truth this day which ought to have been told long before and ca….
"Peggotty!" repeated Miss Betsey, with some indignation. "Do you mean to say, child, that any human being has gone into a Christian church, and got h….
Mr. and Mrs. Boffin sat staring at mid-air, and Mrs. Wilfer sat silently giving them to understand that every breath she drew required to be drawn wi….
Some philosophers tell us that selfishness is at the root of our best loves and affections. Mr. Dombey's young child was, from the beginning, so dist….
I do not know the American gentleman, God forgive me for putting two such words together..
The leprosy of unreality disfigured every human creature in attendance..