The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.
Charles DickensFor it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.
Charles DickensMy hair stands on end at the cost and charges of these boys. Why was I ever a father! Why was my father ever a father!
Charles DickensHe has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count 'em up: what then? The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.
Charles Dickens