When death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free, a hundred virtues rise, in shapes of mercy, charity, and love, to walk the world and bless it. Of every tear that sorrowing mortals shed on such green graves, some good is born, some gentler nature comes.
Charles DickensThe sergeant was describing a military life. It was all drinking, he said, except that there were frequent intervals of eating and love making.
Charles DickensIt is, as Mr. Rokesmith says, a matter of feeling, but Lor how many matters ARE matters of feeling!
Charles DickensYou are always training yourself to be, mind and body, as clear as crystal, and you always are, and never change; whereas I am a muddy, solitary, moping weed.
Charles DickensFor not an orphan in the wide world can be so deserted as the child who is an outcast from a living parent's love.
Charles Dickens