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Now I shall return to my village and there will remain at the disposition of the nation.

And love is two misfortunes which together happiness are.

Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on Boxin' Day.

A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body!

So I says "My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs." And we had the tea and the affairs too....

Most men are individuals no longer so far as their business, its activities, or its moralities are concerned. They are not units but fractions.

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

"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.

"She's the sort of woman now," said Mould… "one would almost feel disposed to bury for nothing: and do it neatly, too!"

It was a turkey! He could never have stood upon his legs, that bird! He would have snapped 'em off short in a minute, like sticks of sealing wax.

The law is sic a ass - a idiot.

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

It is not possible to know how far the influence of any amiable, honest-hearted duty-doing man flies out into the world, but it is very possible to know how it has touched one's self in going by.

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.

Christmas is a poor excuse every 25th of December to pick a man's pockets.

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

I think the Romans must have aggravated one another very much, with their noses. Perhaps, they became the restless people they were, in consequence. Anyhow, Mr. Wopsle's Roman nose so aggravated me, during the recital of my misdemeanours, that I should have liked to pull it until he howled.

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.

I am in a ridiculous humour,' quoth Eugene; 'I am a ridiculous fellow. Everything is ridiculous. Come along!

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.

I saw that the bride within the bridal dress has withered like the dress, and like the flowers, and had no brightness left but the brightness of her sunken eyes