He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees. Though the earth was cold and wet, the sky was clear, and the sun rose bright, placid, and beautiful.
Charles DickensPossibly we might even improve the world a little, if we got up early in the morning, and took off our coats to the work.
Charles DickensI am what you designed me to be.I am your blade. You cannot now complain if you also feel the hurt
Charles Dickens