He knew enough of the world to know that there is nothing in it better than the faithful service of the heart.
Charles DickensA silent look of affection and regard when all other eyes are turned coldly away-the consciousness that we possess the sympathy and affection of one being when all others have deserted us-is a hold, a stay, a comfort, in the deepest affliction, which no wealth could purchase, or power bestow.
Charles DickensI am what you designed me to be.I am your blade. You cannot now complain if you also feel the hurt
Charles DickensHe describes it as a large apartment, with a red brick floor and a capacious chimney; the ceiling garnished with hams, sides of bacon, and ropes of onions.
Charles Dickens