What alone was wanting to the realization of a vast fortune, he considered to be More Capital. Those were the two little words, more capital. Now.
He was a mere child in the world, but he didn’t cry for the moon.
Night after night, the waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon the shore; the sea-birds soar and hover; the winds and clouds are on their trackless flight; the white arms beckon, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away.
Why should I regret my incapacity for details and worldly affairs, when it leads to such pleasant consequences.
I have sometimes sat alone here of an evening, listening, until I have made the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps that are coming by and by into our lives.
I know it all, I know it all. Be a brave man, my Gaspard! It is better for the poor plaything to die so, than to live. It has died in a moment without pain. Could it have lived an hour as happily?
He saw those who had been delicately nurtured, and tenderly brought up, cheerful under privations, and superior to suffering, that would have crushed many of a rougher grain, because they bore within their own bosoms the material of happiness, contentment, and peace.
If you will hear me through a very little more, all you can ever do for me is done. I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul... A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.
A bottle of good claret after dinner does a digger in the red coals no harm, otherwise than as it has a tendency to throw him out of work. Mr. Lorry had been idle a long time, and had just poured out his last glassful of wine with as complete an appearance of satisfaction as is ever to be found in an elderly gentleman of a fresh complexion who has got to the end of a bottle, when a rattling of wheels came up the narrow street, and rumbled into the inn-yard.
If they can’t make me innocent out of the whole truth, they are not likely to do it out of anything less, or anything else.
Like man in the abstract, he is here to-day and gone to-morrow – but, very unlike man indeed, he is here again the next day.
The large rooms are too cramped and close. She cannot endure their restraint, and will walk alone in a neighbouring garden.
It would come dearer... for when a person comes to grind off poetry night after night, it is but right that he should expect to be paid for its weakening effect upon his mind.
I know,’ said I, in answer to that action; ‘I know. I have no hope that I shall ever call you mine, Estella. I am ignorant what may become of me very soon, how poor I may be, or where I may go. Still, I love you. I have loved you ever since I first saw you in this house.
You are part of my existence, part of myself.
In consideration of the day and hour of my birth, it was declared by the nurse, and by some sage women in the neighbourhood who had taken a lively interest in me several months before there was any possibility of our becoming personally.
I was born with a caul, which was advertised for sale, in the newspapers, at the low price of fifteen guineas. Whether.
She has worn herself away by constant sharpening. She is all edge.
This may be premature. I have set it down too soon, perhaps. But let it stand.
Howsever they come, they didn’t ought to come, and they come from the father of lies, and work round to the same.