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Charles Dickens
Age: 58 †
Born: 1812
Born: February 7
Died: 1870
Died: June 9
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There are chords in the human heart- strange, varying strings- which are only struck by accident which will remain mute and senseless to appeals the most passionate and earnest, and respond at last to the slightest casual touch.
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In fine weather the old gentelman is almost constantly in the garden and when it is too wet to go into it, he will look out the window at it, by the hour together. He has always something to do there, and you will see him digging, and sweeping, and cutting, and planting, with manifest delight.
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What is your best, your very best, ale a glass? Two pence halfpenny, says the landlord, is the price of the Genuine Stunning Ale. Then, says I, producing the money, just draw me a glass of the Genuine Stunning, if you please, with a good head on it.
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In particular, there was a butler in a blue coat and bright buttons, who gave quite a winey flavour to the table beer he poured it out so superbly.
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'There may be some, perhaps - I don't know that there are - who abuse his kindness,' said Mr. Wickfield. 'Never be one of those, Trotwood, in anything. He is the least suspicious of mankind and whether that's a merit, or whether it's a blemish, it deserves consideration in all dealings with the Doctor, great or small.
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For your popular rumour, unlike the rolling stone of the proverb, is one which gathers a deal of moss in its wanderings up and down.
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The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.
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She writhes under her life. A woman more angry, passionate, reckless, and revengeful never lived.
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New thoughts and hopes were whirling through my mind, and all the colours of my life were changing.
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There is a Sunday conscience as well as a Sunday coat and those who make religion a secondary concern put the coat and conscience carefully by to put on only once a week.
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Christmas is a time in which, of all times in the year, the memory of every remediable sorrow, wrong, and trouble in the world around us, should be active with us, not less than our own experiences, for all good.
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Let us be moral. Let us contemplate existence.
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Time and tide will wait for no man, saith the adage. But all men have to wait for time and tide.
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The world belongs to those who set out to conquer it armed with self confidence and good humour.
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When death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free, a hundred virtues rise, in shapes of mercy, charity, and love, to walk the world and bless it. Of every tear that sorrowing mortals shed on such green graves, some good is born, some gentler nature comes.
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Don't you think that any secret course is an unworthy one?
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The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.
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We forge the chains we wear in life.
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When I have heard him talking to Papa during the sittings for the picture, I have sat wondering whether it could be that he has no belief in anybody else, because he has no belief in himself.
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There are some upon this earth of yours,' returned the Spirit, 'who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name who are as strange to us and all our kith and kin, as if they had never lived. Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us.
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