Friendless I can never be, for all mankind are my kindred, and I am on ill terms with no one member of my great family.
Charles DickensWe all draw a little and compose a little, and none of us have any idea of time or money.
Charles DickensThe very dogs were all asleep, and the flies, drunk with moist sugar in the grocer's shop, forgot their wings and briskness, and baked to death in dusty corners of the window.
Charles DickensHe appeared to enjoy beyond everything the sound of his own voice. I couldn't wonder at that, for it was mellow and full and gave great importance to every word he uttered. He listened to himself with obvious satisfaction and sometimes gently beat time to his own music with his head or rounded a sentence with his hand.
Charles Dickens