"Then what can you want to do now?" said the old lady,gaining courage. "I wants to make your flesh creep," replied the boy.

"The twins no longer derive their sustenance from Nature's founts - in short," said Mr. Micawber, in one of his bursts of confidence, "they are weaned..."

Of little worth as life is when we misuse it, it is worth that effort. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.

Loves and Cupids took to flight afraid, and Martyrdom had no such torment in its painted history of suffering.

Lord, keep my memory green.

There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth.

‎And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.