Lord, keep my memory green.

I only know that it was, and ceased to be; and that I have written, and there I leave it.

it's not my business," Scrooge returned. "It's enough for a man to understand his own business, and not to interfere with other people's. Mine occupies me constantly.

... As to sleep, you know, I never sleep now. I might be a Watchman, except that I don't get any pay, and he's got nothing on his mind.

... Arthur Gride, whose bleared eyes gloated only over the outward beauties, and were blind to the spirit which reigned within, evinced - a fantastic kind of warmth certainly, but not exactly that kind of warmth of feeling which the contemplation of virtue usually inspires.

For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.

A good thing can't be cruel.