Why am I always at war with myself? Why have I told, as if upon compulsion, what I knew all along I ought to have withheld? Why am I making a friend of this woman beside me, in spite of the whispers against her that I hear in my heart?
Charles DickensIf you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is.
Charles DickensI never see any difference in boys. I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys and beef-faced boys.
Charles Dickens