"As I think I told you once before," said I, "it is you who have been, in your greed and cunning, against all the world. It may be profitable to you to reflect, in future, that there never were greed and cunning in the world yet, that did not do too much, and overreach themselves. It is as certain as death."

By the by, who ever knew a man who never read or wrote neither who hadn't got some small back parlour which he would call a study!

Ride on! Ride on over all obstacles and win the race.

Poor Mr. Pickwick! ... If he played a wrong card, Miss Bolo looked a small armoury of daggers; if he stopped to consider which was the right one, Lady Snuphanuph would throw herself back in her chair, and smile with a mingled glance of impatience and pity to Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, at which Mrs. Colonel Wugsby would shrug up her shoulders, and cough, as much as to say she wondered whether he ever would begin.

Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you.

The world belongs to those who set out to conquer it armed with self confidence and good humour.

Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, sir.