The wretcheder one is, the more one smokes; and the more one smokes, the wretcheder one gets-a vicious circle.

I doubt if Dickens did, especially his women-his pretty women-Mrs. Dombey, Florence, Dora, Agnes, Ruth Pinch, Kate Nickleby, little Emily-we know them all through Hablot Browne alone-and none of them present any very marked physical characteristics. They are sweet and graceful, neither tall nor short; they have a pretty droop in their shoulders, and are very ladylike; sometimes they wear ringlets, sometimes not, and each would do very easily for the other.

Lovely female shapes are terrible complicators of the difficulties and dangers of this earthly life, especially for their owners.

The wretcheder one is, the more one smokes; and the more one smokes, the wretcheder one gets-a vicious circle.

A little work, a little play, To keep us going - and so, good-day!

Life ain't all beer and skittles, and more's the pity; but what's the odds, so long as you're happy?

An apple is an excellent thing -- until you have tried a peach.