Charles Dickens ( 10 of 80 )
The most important human endeavor is the striving for morality in
our actions. Our inner balance and even our read more
The most important human endeavor is the striving for morality in
our actions. Our inner balance and even our very existence
depend on it. Only morality in our actions can give beauty and
dignity to life.
"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."
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.
Mrs. Crupp had indignantly assured him that there wasn't room to
swing a cat there; but as Mr. Dick read more
Mrs. Crupp had indignantly assured him that there wasn't room to
swing a cat there; but as Mr. Dick justly observed to me, sitting
down on the foot of the bed, nursing his leg, "You know,
Trotwood, I don't want to swing a cat. I never do swing a cat.
Therefore what does that signify to me?"
A friendly swarry, consisting of a boiled leg of mutton with the
usual trimmings.
A friendly swarry, consisting of a boiled leg of mutton with the
usual trimmings.
Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food read more
Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
. . . .
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the ivy green.
Oliver Twist has asked for more.
Oliver Twist has asked for more.
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.
I have known him [Micawber] come home to supper with a flood of
tears, and a declaration that nothing read more
I have known him [Micawber] come home to supper with a flood of
tears, and a declaration that nothing was now left but a jail;
and go to bed making a calculation of the expense of putting
bow-windows to the house, "in case anything turned up," which was
his favorite expression.
