In love of home, the love of country has its rise.

Pale and pinched-up faces hovered about the windows where was tempting food; hungry eyes wandered over the profusion guarded by one thin sheet of brittle glass--an iron wall to them; half-naked shivering figures stopped to gaze at Chinese shawls and golden stuffs of India.

Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It's so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy.

For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.

Keep up appearances whatever you do.

What is natural in me, is natural in many other men, I infer, and so I am not afraid to write that I never had loved Steerforth better than when the ties that bound me to him were broken. In the keen distress of the discovery of his unworthiness, I thought more of all that was brilliant in him, I softened more towards all that was good in him, I did more justice to the qualities that might have made him a man of a noble nature and a great name, than ever I had done in the height of my devotion to him.

A man in public life expects to be sneered at -- it is the fault of his elevated situation, and not of himself.