Maxioms by Charles Dickens
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
There is a wisdom of the head, and... a wisdom of the heart.
There is a wisdom of the head, and... a wisdom of the heart.
Why then we should drop into poetry.
Why then we should drop into poetry.
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!
"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."
