One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind.

... I have read in your face, as plain as if it was a book, that but for some trouble and sorrow we should never know half the good there is about us.

I don't like that sort of school... where the bright childish imagination is utterly discouraged... where I have never seen among the pupils, whether boys or girls, anything but little parrots and small calculating machines.

... The sun does not shine upon this fair earth to meet frowning eyes, depend upon it.

I stole her heart away and put ice in its place.

There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind Junior.

There wasn't room to swing a cat there.