"O, Mrs. Clennam, Mrs. Clennam," said Little Dorrit, "angry feelings and unforgiving deeds are no comfort and no guide to you and me."

And it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.

God bless us every one! said Tiny Tim, the last of all.

"O, Mrs. Clennam, Mrs. Clennam," said Little Dorrit, "angry feelings and unforgiving deeds are no comfort and no guide to you and me."

The rain and hail pattered against the glass; the chimneys quaked and rocked; the crazy casement rattled with the wind, as though an impatient hand inside were striving to burst it open. But no hand was there, and it opened no more.

Think! I've got enough to do, and little enough to get for it, without thinking.

A contented spirit is the sweetness of existence.