That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause...
Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art.(Last words, according to Dickens's obituary in .)
There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose.
In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.
Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many - not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
Mrs Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her clenliness more umcomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and some people do the s...
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.
We need never be ashamed of our tears.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
In a utilitarian age, of all other times, it is a matter of grave importance that fairy tales should be respected.(, 1853)
Calamity with us, is made an excuse for doing wrong. With them, it is erected into a reason for their doing right. This is really the justice of rich to poor, and I protest against it because it is so...
So, I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.
Before I go, he said, and paused -- I may kiss her?It was remembered afterwards that when he bent down and touched her face with his lips, he murmured some words. The child, who was nearest to him, to...
'Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby.
Such is the influence which the condition of our own thoughts, exercises, even over the appearance of external objects. Men who look on nature, and their fellow-men, and cry that all is dark and gloom...
Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.
There are some upon this earth of yours who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name; who are as strange to us and a...
Old Marley was as dead as a doornail.Mind! I don't mean to say that, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a doornail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail...
She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.
A new heart for a New Year, always!