He had a cringing manner, but a very harsh voice; and his blandest smiles were so extremely forbidding, that to have had his company under the least repulsive circumstances, one would have wished him to be out of temper that he might only scowl.
Charles DickensHe was consious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares, long, long, forgotten.
Charles DickensHe knew enough of the world to know that there is nothing in it better than the faithful service of the heart.
Charles DickensHe was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset
Charles Dickens