Charles Dickens

Anyone who considers arithmetical methods of producing random
digits is, of course, in a state of sin.

Anyone who considers arithmetical methods of producing random
digits is, of course, in a state of sin.

He would make a lovely corpse.

He would make a lovely corpse.

"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."

I feel an earnest and humble desire, and shall till I die, to increase the stock of harmless cheerfulness.

I feel an earnest and humble desire, and shall till I die, to increase the stock of harmless cheerfulness.

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?"