All through it, I have known myself to be quite undeserving. And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire- a fire, however, inseparable in its nature from myself, quickening nothing, lighting nothing, doing no service, idly burning away.
Charles DickensMy hair stands on end at the cost and charges of these boys. Why was I ever a father! Why was my father ever a father!
Charles DickensIn the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.
Charles Dickens