Charles Dickens

Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night!

Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night!

The American elite is almost beyond redemption. . . . Moral
relativism has set in so deeply that the read more

The American elite is almost beyond redemption. . . . Moral
relativism has set in so deeply that the gilded classes have
become incapable of discerning right from wrong. Everything can
be explained away, especially by journalists. Life is one great
moral mush--sophistry washed down with Chardonnay. The ordinary
citizens, thank goodness, still adhere to absolutes. . . . It is
they who have saved the republic from creeping degradation while
their "betters" were derelict.

A man who could build a church, as one may say, by squinting at a
sheet of paper.

A man who could build a church, as one may say, by squinting at a
sheet of paper.

"When a man says he's willin'," said Mr. Barkis, "it's as much as
to say, that man's a-waitin' for read more

"When a man says he's willin'," said Mr. Barkis, "it's as much as
to say, that man's a-waitin' for a answer."

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far read more

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.