Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond.
A smattering of everything, and a knowledge of nothing. - Charles Dickens
A smattering of everything, and a knowledge of nothing.
- Charles Dickens
Happiness is a gift and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes. - Charles Dickens
Happiness is a gift and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes.
A very little key will open a very heavy door. - Charles Dickens
A very little key will open a very heavy door.
Do all the good you can and make as little fuss about it as possible. - Charles Dickens
Do all the good you can and make as little fuss about it as possible.
My advice is to never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time. - Charles Dickens
My advice is to never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time.
I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape. - Charles Dickens
I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else. - Charles Dickens
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else.
Troubles are exceedingly gregarious in their nature, and flying in flocks are apt to perch capriciously. - Charles Dickens
Troubles are exceedingly gregarious in their nature, and flying in flocks are apt to perch capriciously.
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are! - Charles Dickens
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
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