There seems a magic in the very name of Christmas.

I'm awful dull, but I hope I've beat out something nigh the rights of this at last. And so GOD bless you, dear old Pip, old chap, GOD bless you!

The word of a gentleman is as good as his bond — sometimes better; as in the present case, where his bond might prove but a doubtful sort of security.

Stranger, pause and ask thyself the question, Canst thou do likewise? If not, with a blush retire.

You touch some of the reasons for my going, not for my staying away.

A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

God bless us, every one!