The endless chatter of this journey had wearied me.

Familial love can find an echo in our own hearts just as it did in that of Charles Dickens.

I have liv'd long enough for others, like the Dog in the Wheel, and it is now the Season to begin for myself: I cannot change that Thing call'd Time, but I can alter its Posture and, as Boys do turn a looking-glass against the Sunne, so I will dazzle you all.

I had to paraphrase the paraphrase.

I never read in bed, only in my study.

It sometimes seems to me that the whole course of English history was one of accident, confusion, chance and unintended consequences - there's no real pattern.

Under the force of the imagination, nature itself is changed.