It came like magic in a pint bottle it was not ecstasy but it was comfort. (Charles Dickens)
The bright old day now dawns again the cry runs through the land, in England there shall be dear bread in Ireland, sword and brand and poverty, and ignorance, shall swell the rich and grand, so rally round the rulers with the gentle iron hand, of the fine old English Tory days hail to the coming time (Charles Dickens)
No man ever walked down to posterity with so small a book under his arm. (Charles Dickens)
I have always thought of Christmas as a good time a kind, forgiving, generous, pleasant time a time when men and women seem to open their hearts freely, and so I say, God bless Christmas (Charles Dickens)
Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open-heartedness the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away. (Charles Dickens)
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. (Charles Dickens)
Industry is the soul of business and the keystone of prosperity. (Charles Dickens)