Quotes About Dickens

arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of

What an idle time it was! What an insubstantial, happy, foolish time it was!

Promises XI. A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII. The Fellow of No Delicacy XIV. The Honest Tradesman

A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.

From the outset Dickens seemed to take charge even though he was younger than Seymour and less well known. His narrative input seemed to drive the content of the comic plates, which eventually led to the story becoming the main point of interest and with the death of Seymour the plates were reduced to two an instalment whereas the text increased to 16,000 words. Dickens succeeded where his predecessors had failed, making the print more important than the illustration.

Love was made on these occasions in the form of bracelets;

There was not one straight floor from the foundation to the roof; the ceilings were so fantastically clouded by smoke and dust, that old women might have told fortunes in them better than in grouts of tea;

their national muskets in a most explosive state of readiness, who stopped all comers and goers,

Gruff and Tackleton was also there, doing the agreeable; with the evident sensation of being as perfectly at home, and as unquestionably in his own element, as a fresh young salmon on the top of the Great Pyramid.

Mr. Pickwick was on the point of inquiring, with great abhorrence of the man's cold-blooded villainy, how Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz, who was counsel for the opposite party, dared to presume to tell Mr. Serjeant Snubbin, who was counsel for him, that it was a fine morning,

Track of a Storm I. In Secret II. The Grindstone III. The Shadow IV. Calm in Storm

Why should I regret my incapacity for details and worldly affairs, when it leads to such pleasant consequences

that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been

Mr Squeers himself acquired greater sternness and inflexibility from certain warm potations in which he was wont to indulge after his early dinner.

Who is Slumkey?'whispered Mr. Tupman. 'I don't know,' replied Mr. Pickwick, in the same tone. 'Hush. Don't ask any questions. It's always best on these occasions to do what the mob do.' 'But suppose there are two mobs?' suggested Mr. Snodgrass. 'Shout with the largest,' replied Mr. Pickwick. Volumes could not have said more.

XIX. An Opinion XX. A Plea XXI. Echoing Footsteps XXII. The Sea Still

shaggy wrapper, flapping hat, and muddy legs, was rather

appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages,

on the whole a benignant philosopher not disposed to be severe upon the follies of mankind,

was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period,

us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way— in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil,

I am generally short and sweet—or short and sour, according as it may be and as opinions vary—

I need say nothing here, on the first head, because nothing can show better than my history whether that prediction was verified or falsified by the result.

Charles Dickens left us fifteen novels, and in an ideal world, everyone would read all of them.