And after a slight resistance on the part of Job Trotter, Sam led his newly-found friend to the apartment of Mr. Pickwick, to whom he presented him, together with a brief summary of the dialogue we have just repeated.

Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: British

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Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon, and hanging in the misty clouds.

Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world.

He was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset.

I shall always tell you everything.

Christmas is a time in which, of all times in the year, the memory of every remediable sorrow, wrong, and trouble in the world around us, should be active with us, not less than our own experiences, for all good.

Whom they knew in life, I believe that the shade of Agnes sometimes.

Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.

And there, with an aching void in his young heart, and all outside so cold, and bare, and strange, Paul sat as if he had taken life unfurnished, and the upholsterer were never coming.

My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs.

Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.

He walked up and down through life.

Clara, are you a perfect fool?

His wife explained that she had merely asked a blessing.

Let no man talk of murderers escaping justice, and hint that providence must sleep.