Charles Dickens

Reflect on your present blessings, of which every man has many; not on your past misfortunes, of which all men read more

Reflect on your present blessings, of which every man has many; not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

"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."

If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich
Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a read more

If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich
Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a sort of spring
rash.

What is the odds so long as the fire of souls is kindled at the
taper of conwiviality, and read more

What is the odds so long as the fire of souls is kindled at the
taper of conwiviality, and the wing of friendship never moults a
feather?

The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an
uncomfortable sensation now and then read more

The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an
uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in
the east.