But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble’s soul; his heart was waterproof.
I feel an earnest and humble desire, and shall do till I die, to increase the stock of harmless cheerfulness.
We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late and too far to go back, and I went on. And the mists had all solemnly risen now, and the world lay spread before me.
Liberty, equality, fraternity, or death; – the last, much the easiest to bestow, O Guillotine!
And this is the eternal law. For, Evil often stops short at istelf and dies with the doer of it! but Good, never.
Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.
God bless us, every one!
He was consious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares, long, long, forgotten.
Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you.
If I could not walk far and fast, I think I should just explode and perish.
He knew enough of the world to know that there is nothing in it better than the faithful service of the heart.
I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitude.
Try not to associate bodily defect with mental, my good friend, except for a solid reason.
I know enough of the world now to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything.
A heart well worth winning, and well won. A heart that, once won, goes through fire and water for the winner, and never changes, and is never daunted.
Thus violent deeds live after men upon the earth, and traces of war and bloodshed will survive in mournful shapes long after those who worked the desolation are but atoms of earth themselves.
I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach!
And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death.
In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is – as the light called human life is – at its coming and its going.
My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs.