Charles Dickens

Gold conjures up a mist about a man, more destructive of all his old senses and lulling to his feelings than the fumes of charcoal.

For nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy, that we can scarcely mark their progress.

Miss Bolo rose from the table considerably agitated, and went straight home, in a flood of tears and a sedan-chair.

Anythin' for a quiet life, as the man said wen he took the sitivation at the lighthouse.

I pity his ignorance and despise him.

She knows wot's wot, she does.

"Do you spell it with a 'V' or a 'W'?" inquired the judge. "That depends upon the taste and fancy of the speller, my Lord," replied Sam.

May not the complaint, that common people are above their station, often take its rise in the fact of uncommon people being below theirs?

WE know, Mr. Weller—we, who are men of the world—that a good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later.

"The unities, sir," he said, "are a completeness — a kind of universal dovetailedness with regard to place and time — a sort of a general oneness, if I may be allowed to use so strong an expression. I take those to be the dramatic unities, so far as I have been enabled to bestow attention upon them, and I have read much upon the subject, and thought much."

When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing for himself; but when he laughs inwardly, it bodes no good to other people.

Never mind the character, and stick to the alleybi.