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I do not know the American gentleman, God forgive me for putting two such words together.
Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art.
Mankind was my business... charity, mercy, forbearance, benevolence, were all my business.
Break their hearts my pride and hope, break their hearts and have no mercy. -Miss Havisham
She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.
[I]t seemed as if the streets were absorbed by the sky, and the night were all in the air.
Anything for the quick life, as the man said when he took the situation at the lighthouse.
Happiness is a gift and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes.
... what such people miscall their religion, is a vent for their bad humours and arrogance.
"It's nothing," returned Mrs Chick. "It's merely change of weather. We must expect change."
If they would rather die, . . . they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.
Train up a fig tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it.
A man can well afford to be as bold as brass, my good fellow, when he gets gold in exchange!
Did it ever strike you on such a morning as this that drowning would be happiness and peace?
Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers, and are famous preservers of good looks.
I went away, dear Agnes, loving you. I stayed away, loving you. I returned home, loving you!
Nothing that we do, is done in vain. I believe, with all my soul, that we shall see triumph.
Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
Time has been lost and opportunity thrown away, but I am yet a young man, and may retrieve it.
Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It's so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy.
My advice is to never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time.
Liberty, equality, fraternity, or death; - the last, much the easiest to bestow, O Guillotine!
There is no such passion in human nature, as the passion for gravy among commercial gentlemen.
What an immense impression Paris made upon me. It is the most extraordinary place in the world!
"Do not repine, my friends," said Mr. Pecksniff, tenderly. "Do not weep for me. It is chronic."
Money, says the proverb, makes money. When you have got a little, it is often easy to get more.
things cannot be expected to turn up of themselves. We must in a measure assist to turn them up
Some women's faces are, in their brightness, a prophecy; and some, in their sadness, a history.
The world belongs to those who set out to conquer it armed with self confidence and good humour.
Time and tide will wait for no man, saith the adage. But all men have to wait for time and tide.
But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.
She was truest to them in the season of trial, as all the quietly loyal and good will always be.
The beating of my heart was so violent and wild that I felt as if my life were breaking from me.
I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.
The sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on.
Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering.
She writhes under her life. A woman more angry, passionate, reckless, and revengeful never lived.
I never see any difference in boys. I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys and beef-faced boys.
I am what you designed me to be.I am your blade. You cannot now complain if you also feel the hurt
Stranger, pause and ask thyself the question, Canst thou do likewise? If not, with a blush retire.
I know enough of the world now to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything
New thoughts and hopes were whirling through my mind, and all the colours of my life were changing.
Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you.
It is, as Mr. Rokesmith says, a matter of feeling, but Lor how many matters ARE matters of feeling!
I confess I have yet to learn that a lesson of the purest good may not be drawn from the vilest evil.
The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.
A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man.
I will live in the past, the present, and the future. The spirits of all three shall strive within me.
Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.