Charles Dickens ( 10 of 80 )
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than anything I have ever done; it is a far, read more
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than anything I have ever done; it is a far, far, better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
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.
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!
I made a compact with myself that in my person literature should
stand by itself, of itself, and for read more
I made a compact with myself that in my person literature should
stand by itself, of itself, and for itself.
It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a Child read more
It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a Child himself.
Man blames fate for other accidents, but feels personally responsible when he makes a hole in one
Man blames fate for other accidents, but feels personally responsible when he makes a hole in one
"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I read more
"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I never did." "No!" rejoined Sam
triumphantly. "Nor never vill; and there's another thing that no
man never see, and that's a dead donkey."
'Umble we are, 'umble we have been, 'umble we shall ever be.
'Umble we are, 'umble we have been, 'umble we shall ever be.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of Earth, read more
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of Earth, overlaying our hard hearts.
