There was something very comfortable in having plenty of stationery.
I confess I have yet to learn that a lesson of the purest good may not be drawn from the vilest evil.
You are in every line I have ever read.
Christmas time! That man must be a misanthrope indeed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused – in whose mind some pleasant associations are not awakened – by the recurrence of Christmas.
Accidentally consumed five biscuits when I wasn’t paying attention. Those biscuits are wily fellows – they leap in like sugary ninjas.
One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it’s left behind.
Change begets change.
All of us have wonders hidden in our breasts, only needing circumstances to evoke them.
Champagne is one of the elegant extras in life.
The New Testament is the very best book that ever was or ever will be known in the world.
A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to the world!
There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast.
He did each single thing as if he did nothing else.
Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it.
It was a good thing to have a couple of thousand people all rigid and frozen together, in the palm of one’s hand.
God bless us every one! said Tiny Tim, the last of all.
Train up a fig tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it.
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands.
It is well for a man to respect his own vocation whatever it is and to think himself bound to uphold it and to claim for it the respect it deserves.
Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art.