It was a good thing to have a couple of thousand people all rigid and frozen together, in the palm of one's hand.

. . . in seclusion, she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and healing influences; that, her mind, brooding solitary, had grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that reverse the appointed order of their Maker . . .

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.

Come in, -- come in! and know me better, man! I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. Look upon me! You have never seen the like of me before!

Do not close your heart against all my efforts to help you.

My life is one demd horrid grind.

In life I was your partner, Jacob Marley.