Charles Dickens

Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures read more

Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!

"Wery good power o' suction, Sammy," said Mr. Weller the
elder. . . . "You'd ha' made an uncommon read more

"Wery good power o' suction, Sammy," said Mr. Weller the
elder. . . . "You'd ha' made an uncommon fine oyster, Sammy, if
you'd been born in that station o' life."

The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill
your pipe with that 'ere reflection.

The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill
your pipe with that 'ere reflection.

Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to read more

Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.

"If the law supposes that," said Mr. Bumble, "the law is an ass, a
idiot."

"If the law supposes that," said Mr. Bumble, "the law is an ass, a
idiot."