And this is the eternal law. For, Evil often stops short at istelf and dies with the doer of it! but Good, never.
Charles DickensThe night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from behind a distant hill, the noble sun rose up, driving the mists in phantom shapes before it, and clearing the earth of their ghostly forms till darkness came again.
Charles DickensIt is, as Mr. Rokesmith says, a matter of feeling, but Lor how many matters ARE matters of feeling!
Charles DickensThere is not a manufacturer or tradesman in existence, who would not employ a man who takes a reasonable degree of pride in the appearance of himself and those about him, in preference to a sullen, slovenly fellow, who works doggedly on, regardless of his own clothing and that of his wife and children, and seeming to take pleasure or pride in nothing.
Charles Dickens