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A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body!

"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!"

An idea, like a ghost (according to the common notion of ghosts), must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.

There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.

Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art." (Last words, according to Dickens's obituary in The Times .)

New thoughts and hopes were whirling through my mind, and all the colours of my life were changing.

I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some goblin had been crying there all night, and using the window for a pocket-handkerchief.

The universe makes rather an indifferent parent, I'm afraid.

Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.

The New Testament is the very best book that ever was or ever will be known in the world.

The privileges of the side-table included the small prerogatives of sitting next to the toast, and taking two cups of tea to other people's one.

Whitewash on the forehead hardens the brain into a state of obstinacy, perhaps.

the one woman who had stood conspicuous, knitting, still knitted on with the steadfastness of Fate.

Mr. Pickwick gazed through his spectacles for an instant on the advancing mass, and then fairly turned his back and -- we will not say fled; firstly because it is an ignoble term, and, secondly, because Mr. Pickwick's figure was by no means adapted for that mode of retreat...

Couldn't something temporary be done with a teapot?

A horse is a quadruped, and quadruped's latin for beast, as everybody that's gone through grammar knows, or else what's the use in having grammars at all?

Joe went all the way home with his mouth wide open, to rinse the rum out with as much air as possible.

But the woman who stood knitting looked up steadily, and looked the Marquis in the face.

Yes, sir," said I; "him too; late of this parish.

The last burst carried the mail to the summit of the hill.

Volumnia hastens to express her opinion that the shocking people ought to be tried as traitors, and made to support the Party.

I'm a devil at a quick mistake, and when I make one it takes the form of Lead.

settled for ever. It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual

The mad joy over the prisoners who were saved, had astounded him scarcely less than the mad ferocity against those who were cut to pieces.