...and to-morrow looked in my face more steadily than I could look at it

They don't mind it: its a reg'lar holiday to them - all porter and skittles.

Houses were knocked down; streets broken through and stopped; deep pits and trenches dug in the ground; enormous heaps of earth and clay thrown up; buildings that were undermined and shaking, propped by great beams of wood. In short, the yet unfinished and unopened Railroad was in progress.

Polly put the kettle on, we'll all have tea.

The New Testament is the very best book that ever was or ever will be known in the world.

A new heart for a New Year, always!

There either is or is not, that’s the way things are. The colour of the day. The way it felt to be a child. The saltwater on your sunburnt legs. Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it’s red. But what colour it may be in memory, depends on the day. I’m not going to tell you the story the way it happened. I’m going to tell it the way I remember it.