... I have read in your face, as plain as if it was a book, that but for some trouble and sorrow we should never know half the good there is about us.

The more man knows of man, the better for the common brotherhood among men.

Perhaps second-hand cares, like second-hand clothes, come easily off and on.

"Peggotty!" repeated Miss Betsey, with some indignation. "Do you mean to say, child, that any human being has gone into a Christian church, and got herself named Peggotty?"

I recollected one story there was in the village, how that on a certain night in the year (it might be that very night for anything I knew), all the dead people came out of the ground and sat at the heads of their own graves till morning.

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.

You should keep dogs-fine animals-sagacious.