[She wasn't] a logically reasoning woman, but God is good, and hearts may count in heaven as high as heads.
[S]he stood for some moments gazing at the sisters, with affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other.
You touch some of the reasons for my going, not for my staying away.
Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.
In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.
He had but one eye and the pocket of prejudice runs in favour of two.
Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.
All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself.
I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their heart...
For you, and for any dear to you, I would do anything. I would embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. And when you see your own bright beauty springing up anew at your feet, think no...
Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.
The one great principle of English law is to make business for itself.
It was all Mrs. Bumble. She do it, urged Mr. Bumble; first looking round, to ascertain that his partner had left the room.That is no excuse, returned Mr. Brownlow. You were present on the occasion of...
Are not the sane and the insane equal at night as the sane lie a dreaming?
There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.
That sort of half sigh, which, accompanied by two or three slight nods of the head, is pity's small change in general society.
There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.
There can't be a quarrel without two parties, and I won't be one. I will be a friend to you in spite of you. So now you know what you've got to expect
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...
I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.