Bleak, dark, and piercing cold, it was a night for the well-housed and fed to draw round the bright fire, and thank God they were at home; and for the homeless starving wretch to lay him down and die. Many hunger-worn outcasts close their eyes in our bare streets at such times, who, let their crimes have been what they may, can hardly open them in a more bitter world.
Charles DickensSo new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!
Charles DickensMy imagination would never have served me as it has, but for the habit of commonplace, humble, patient, daily, toiling, drudging attention
Charles Dickens