An inebriated elderly gentleman in the last depths of shabbiness... played the calm and virtuous old men.

A tranquil summer sunset shone upon him as he approached the end of his walk, and passed through the meadows by the river side. He had that sense of peace, and of being lightened of a weight of care, which country quiet awakens in the breasts of dwellers in towns.

Please, sir, I want some more.

Thus violent deeds live after men upon the earth, and traces of war and bloodshed will survive in mournful shapes long after those who worked the desolation are but atoms of earth themselves.

Oliver Twist has asked for more!

When the moon shines very brilliantly, a solitude and stillness seem to proceed from her that influence even crowded places full of life.

The plain rule is to do nothing in the dark, to be a party to nothing underhanded or mysterious, and never to put his foot where he cannot see the ground.