Charles Dickens

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.

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

When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking
hot punch in self-preservation.

When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking
hot punch in self-preservation.

"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."

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?"