Charles Dickens ( 10 of 80 )
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.
"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."
He had used the work in its Pickwickian sense . . . he had merely
considered him a humbug read more
He had used the work in its Pickwickian sense . . . he had merely
considered him a humbug in a Pickwickian point of view.
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures read more
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
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
If there were no bad people there would be no good lawyers.
If there were no bad people there would be no good lawyers.
When found, make a note of.
When found, make a note of.
I never will desert Mr. Micawber.
I never will desert Mr. Micawber.
Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the
copper. A smell like a washing-day! That read more
Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the
copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A
smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each
other, with a laundress's next door to that. That was the
pudding.
Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night!
Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night!
