There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.
There are very few moments in a man's existence when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat.
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.
Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.
[She wasn't] a logically reasoning woman, but God is good, and hearts may count in heaven as high as heads.
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...
...he walked up and down through life.
[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.
When they took a young man into Tellson's London house, they hid him somewhere till he was old. They kept him in a dark place, like a cheese, until he had the full Tellson flavour and blue-mould upon...
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...
That sort of half sigh, which, accompanied by two or three slight nods of the head, is pity's small change in general society.
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.
If I dropped a tear upon your hand, may it wither it up! If I spoke a gentle word in your hearing, may it deafen you! If I touched you with my lips, may the touch be poison to you! A curse upon this r...
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...
All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself.
Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.
I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.
He had but one eye and the pocket of prejudice runs in favour of two.
Are not the sane and the insane equal at night as the sane lie a dreaming?