Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art.
Charles DickensAround and around the house the leaves fall thick, but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow.
Charles DickensOh Agnes, Oh my soul, so may thy face be by me when I close my life indeed; so may I, when realities are melting from me, like the shadows which I now dismiss, still find thee near me, pointing upward!
Charles Dickens