Charles Dickens

Mrs. Crupp had indignantly assured him that there wasn't room to
swing a cat there; but as Mr. Dick read more

Mrs. Crupp had indignantly assured him that there wasn't room to
swing a cat there; but as Mr. Dick justly observed to me, sitting
down on the foot of the bed, nursing his leg, "You know,
Trotwood, I don't want to swing a cat. I never do swing a cat.
Therefore what does that signify to me?"

"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass in a broken voice,
"it was the salmon."

"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass in a broken voice,
"it was the salmon."

Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.

Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.

Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.

Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.

There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear
to them except in the form of read more

There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear
to them except in the form of bread.