Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within;.
Charles DickensIn seasons of pestilence, some of us will have a secret attraction to the disease--a terrible passing inclination to die of it.
Charles DickensIn fine weather the old gentelman is almost constantly in the garden; and when it is too wet to go into it, he will look out the window at it, by the hour together. He has always something to do there, and you will see him digging, and sweeping, and cutting, and planting, with manifest delight.
Charles DickensIt is the fate of most men who mingle with the world, and attain even the prime of life, to make many real friends, and lose them in the course of nature. It is the fate of all authors or chroniclers to create imaginary friends, and lose them in the course of art. Nor is this the full extent of their misfortunes; for they are required to furnish an account of them besides.
Charles Dickens