Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art and mystery of educating the reason without stooping to the cultivation of the sentiments and affections. Never wonder. By means of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, settle everything somehow, and never wonder. ~ Hard Times
Quotes
Lizzie Hexam very softly raised
Lizzie Hexam very softly raised the weather-stained grey head, and lifted her as high as Heaven. ~ Our Mutual Friend
There lives at least one
“There lives at least one being who can never change–one being who would be content to devote his whole existence to your happiness–who lives but in your eyes–who breathes but in your smiles–who bears the heavy burden of life itself only for you.” ~ The Pickwick Papers
Skewered Through and Through
Skewered through and through with office-pens, and bound hand and foot with red tape. ~ David Copperfield
“A truly refined mind will
“A truly refined mind will seem to be ignorant of the existence of anything that is not perfectly proper, placid, and pleasant.” ~ Little Dorrit
If you could say, with
“If you could say, with truth, to your own solitary heart, to-night, ‘I have secured to myself the love and attachment, the gratitude or respect, of no human creature; I have won myself a tender place in no regard; I have done nothing good or serviceable to be remembered by!’ your seventy-eight years would be seventy-eight heavy curses; would they not?” ~ A Tale of Two Cities
It was the same dark
It was the same dark place as ever: every room dismal and silent as it was wont to be, and every ghostly article of furniture in its customary place. The iron heart of the grim old clock, undistributed by all the noise without, still beat heavily within its dusty case; the tottering presses slunk from the sight, as usual, in their melancholy corners; the echoes of footsteps returned the same dreary sound; the long-legged spider paused in his nimble run, and, scared by the sight of men in that his dull domain, hung motionless on the wall, counterfeiting death until they should have passed him by. ~ Nicholas Nickleby
“When you have once gone
“When you have once gone into Society, you mustn’t come out of it.” ~ Going into Society
It is a silent, shady
It is a silent, shady place, with a paved courtyard so full of echoes, that sometimes I am tempted to believe that faint responses to the noises of old times linger there yet, and that these ghosts of sound haunt my footsteps as I pace it up and down. ~ Master Humphrey’s Clock
Death of Each Day’s Hope
From the death of each day’s hope another hope sprung up to live to-morrow. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
