“ They're so fond of Liberty in this part of the globe, that they buy her and sell her and carry her to market with 'em. They've such a passion for Liberty, that they can't help taking liberties with he… Charles Dickens
“ There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth. Charles Dickens
“ Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensib… Charles Dickens
“ I verily believe that her not remembering and not minding in the least, made me cry again, inwardly - and that is the sharpest crying of all. Charles Dickens
“ I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Charles Dickens
“ I don't know what to do! cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; and making a perfect Laocoön of himself with his stockings. I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am… Charles Dickens
“ But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof. Charles Dickens
“ It is a far far better thing that I do than anything I have ever done it is a far far better rest that I go to than I have ever known. Charles Dickens
“ The carrier's horse was the laziest horse in the world, I should hope, and shuffled along, with his head down, as if he liked to keep people waiting to whom the packages were directed. I fancied, inde… Charles Dickens
“ And, unlike the celebrated herd in the poem, they were not forty children conducting themselves as one, but every child was conducting itself like forty. Charles Dickens
“ [W]e talk about the tyranny of words, but we like to tyrannise over them too; we are fond of having a large superfluous establishment of words to wait upon us on great occasions; we think it looks imp… Charles Dickens
“ You talk very easily of hours, sir! How long do you suppose, sir, that an hour is to a man who is choking for want of air? Charles Dickens
