“My good fellow,” retorted Mr. Boffin, “you have my word; and how you can have that, without my honour too, I don’t know. I’ve sorted a lot of dust in my time, but I never knew the two things go into separate heaps.” ~ Our Mutual Friend
Quotes
For gold conjures up
For gold conjures up a mist about a man, more destructive of all his old senses and lulling to his feelings than the fumes of charcoal. ~ Nicholas Nickleby
“I saw her, in the
“I saw her, in the fire, but now. I hear her in music, in the wind, in the dead stillness of the night,” returned the haunted man. ~ The Haunted Man
I know enough of the
I know enough of the world now, to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything. ~ David Copperfield
I Hope For Better Things
"Walter," she said, looking full upon him with her affectionate eyes, "like you, I hope for better things. I will pray for them, and believe that they will arrive." ~ Dombey and Son
None of us clearly know
None of us clearly know to whom or to what we are indebted in this wise, until some marked stop in the whirling wheel of life brings the right perception with it. It comes with sickness, it comes with sorrow, it comes with the loss of the dearly loved, it is one of the most frequent uses of adversity. ~ Little Dorrit
They whirled past the dark
They whirled past the dark trees, as feathers would be swept before a hurricane. Houses, gates, churches, hay-stacks, objects of every kind they shot by, with a velocity and noise like roaring waters suddenly let loose. Still the noise of pursuit grew louder, and still my uncle could hear the young lady wildly screaming, “Faster! Faster!” ~ The Pickwick Papers
There are many pleasant fictions
There are many pleasant fictions of the law in constant operation, but there is not one so pleasant or practically humorous as that which supposes every man to be of equal value in its impartial eye, and the benefits of all laws to be equally attainable by all men, without the smallest reference to the furniture of their pockets. ~ Nicholas Nickleby
Heart of London, there is
Heart of London, there is a moral in thy every stroke! as I look on at thy indomitable working, which neither death, nor press of life, nor grief, nor gladness out of doors will influence one jot, I seem to hear a voice within thee which sinks into my heart, bidding me, as I elbow my way among the crowd, have some thought for the meanest wretch that passes, and, being a man, to turn away with scorn and pride from none that bear the human shape. ~ Master Humphrey’s Clock
“Then what can you want
“Then what can you want to do now?” said the old lady,gaining courage. “I wants to make your flesh creep,” replied the boy. ~ The Pickwick Papers
