And therefore, Uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that [Christmas] has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!

Make them laugh, make them cry, make them wait.

New thoughts and hopes were whirling through my mind, and all the colours of my life were changing.

Good never come of such evil, a happier end was not in nature to so unhappy a beginning.

Along the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day's wine to La Guillotine.

My meaning is, that no man can expect his children to respect what he degrades.

To be allowed to call her "Dora", to write to her, to dote upon and worship her, to have reason to think that when she was with other people she was yet mindful of me, seemed to me the summit of human ambition - I am sure it was the summit of mine.