Quotes from Charles Dickens

Tongue; well that's a wery good thing when it an't a woman's.

I'm a very umble person.

[T]he governess... looked upon him [Mr. Swiveller] as a literary gentleman of eccentric habits, and of a most prodigious talent in quotation.

Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.

"If the law supposes that," said Mr. Bumble… "the law is a ass, a idiot."

The one great principle of English law is to make business for itself.

He had used the word [humbug] in its Pickwickian sense.

Oliver Twist has asked for more!

It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous heaps of copper that had been heated in a furnace, and were growing cold.

There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood.

Anythin' for a quiet life, as the man said wen he took the sitivation at the lighthouse.

It is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.

Whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do it well whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself completely in great aims and in small I have always thoroughly been in earnest.

The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the lightning gleamed, it showed the tearful leaves shivering and cowering together at the window, and tapping at it urgently, as if beseeching to be sheltered from the dismal night.

Oh gracious, why wasn't I born old and ugly?

It was as true... as taxes is. And nothing's truer than them.

"Did you ever taste beer?" "I had a sip of it once," said the small servant. "Here's a state of things!" cried Mr. Swiveller…. "She never tasted it—it can't be tasted in a sip!"

The infant phenomenon.

The meagre lighthouse all in white, haunting the seaboard, as if it were the ghost of an edifice that had once had colour and rotundity, dripped melancholy tears after its late buffeting by the waves.

Leave the bottle on the chimleypiece, and don't ask me to take none, but let me put my lips to it when I am so dispoged.

It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows, listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely travellers on open plains, and lonely ships at sea, struck by lightning.

Eccentricities of genius.

Oh Sairey, Sairey, little do we know wot lays afore us!

"Hard," replied the Dodger. "As nails," added Charley Bates.