Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so many years it was a splendid laugh!
Charles DickensMay I tell you why it seems to me a good thing for us to remember wrong that has been done us? That we may forgive it.
Charles DickensOther sound than the owl's voice there was none, save the falling of a fountain into its stone basin; for, it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again.
Charles DickensOn the eve of long voyages or an absence of many years, friends who are tenderly attached will seperate with the usual look, the usual pressure of the hand, planning one final interview for the morrow, while each well knows that it is but a poor feint to save the pain of uttering that one word, and the meeting will never be. Should possibilities be worse to bear than certainties?
Charles Dickens