She writhes under her life. A woman more angry, passionate, reckless, and revengeful never lived.

It was the first time it had ever occurred to me, that this detestable cant of false humility might have originated out of the Heep family. I had seen the harvest, but had never thought of the seed.

... As to sleep, you know, I never sleep now. I might be a Watchman, except that I don't get any pay, and he's got nothing on his mind.

We know, Mr. Weller - we, who are men of the world - that a good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later.

A silent look of affection and regard when all other eyes are turned coldly away-the consciousness that we possess the sympathy and affection of one being when all others have deserted us-is a hold, a stay, a comfort, in the deepest affliction, which no wealth could purchase, or power bestow.

The world belongs to those who set out to conquer it armed with self confidence and good humour.

"Oh!" said my aunt, "I was not aware at first to whom I had the pleasure of objecting."