Occupation: Writer Birth: February 7, 1812 Death: June 9, 1870
The man who now confronted Gashford, was a squat, thickset personage, with a low, retreating forehead, a coarse shock head of hair, and eyes so small….
Be guided, only by the healer of the sick, the raiser of the dead, the friend of all who were afflicted and forlorn, the patient Master who shed tear….
Indeed the worthy housewife was of such a capricious nature, that she not only attained a higher pitch of genius than Macbeth, in respect of her abil….
Now, what I want is, Facts. . . . Facts alone are wanted in life..
We came to the house, and it is an old house, full of great chimneys where wood is burnt on ancient dogs upon the hearth, and grim portraits (some of….
It is not easy to walk alone in the country without musing upon something..
"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, flourishing his bread-and-cheese knife in the air, "in the human heart that had better not be wibrated...".
When I speak of home, I speak of the place where in default of a better--those I love are gathered together; and if that place where a gypsy's tent, ….
Christmas is a poor excuse every 25th of December to pick a man's pockets..
It always grieves me to contemplate the initiation of children into the ways of life when they are scarcely more than infants. It checks their confid….
Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art..
When men are about to commit, or sanction the commission of some injustice, it is not uncommon for them to express pity for the object either of that….
Missionaries are perfect nuisances and leave every place worse than they found it..
All of us have wonders hidden in our breasts, only needing circumstances to evoke them..
what I want you to be - I don't mean physically but morally: you are very well physically - is a firm fellow, a fine firm fellow, with a will of your….
The first diabolical character who intruded himself on my peaceful youth (as I called to mind that day at Dullborough), was a certain Captain Murdere….
... Arthur Gride, whose bleared eyes gloated only over the outward beauties, and were blind to the spirit which reigned within, evinced - a fantastic….
Your Honour, unless your Honour, without a moment's loss of time, makes sail for the nearest shore, this is a doomed ship, and her name is the Coffin!.
Ride on! Ride on over all obstacles and win the race..
A man must take the fat with the lean..
things cannot be expected to turn up of themselves. We must in a measure assist to turn them up.