The very dogs were all asleep, and the flies, drunk with moist sugar in the grocer's shop, forgot their wings and briskness, and baked to death in dusty corners of the window.
Charles DickensCan you suppose there's any harm in looking as cheerful and being as cheerful as our poor circumstances will permit?
Charles DickensThat glorious vision of doing good is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds.
Charles Dickens