Maxioms by Charles Dickens
I have always thought of Christmas as a good time; a kind, forgiving, generous, pleasant time; a time when men read more
I have always thought of Christmas as a good time; a kind, forgiving, generous, pleasant time; a time when men and women seem to open their hearts freely, and so I say, God bless Christmas!
Time was with most of us, when Christmas Day, encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing read more
Time was with most of us, when Christmas Day, encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together all our home enjoyments, affections, and hopes; grouped everything and everyone round the Christ
Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
The dodgerest of all the dodgers.
The dodgerest of all the dodgers.
"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart
that had better not be wibrated."
"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart
that had better not be wibrated."
