It was understood that nothing of a tender nature could possibly be confided to old Barley, by reason of his being totally unequal to the consideration of any subject more psychological than gout, rum, and purser's stores.
Charles DickensAll of us have wonders hidden in our breasts, only needing circumstances to evoke them.
Charles DickensAt last, however, he began to think -- as you or I would have thought at first; for it is always the person not in the predicament who knows what ought to have been done in it, and would unquestionably have done it too . . .
Charles DickensThere either is or is not, thatโs the way things are. The colour of the day. The way it felt to be a child. The saltwater on your sunburnt legs. Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes itโs red. But what colour it may be in memory, depends on the day. Iโm not going to tell you the story the way it happened. Iโm going to tell it the way I remember it.
Charles Dickens