Charles Dickens

That sort of half sigh, which, accompanied by two or three slight
nod's of the head, is pity's small change in general society.

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

"He would make a lovely corpse."

There is nothing so strong or safe in an emergency of life as the simple truth.

A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body!

The sum of the whole is this: walk and be happy; walk and be healthy. The best way to lengthen out our days is to walk steadily and with a purpose.

Oh, Sairey, Sairey, little do we know what lays before us!

She knows wot's wot, she does.

The wictim of connubiality.

'She's the sort of woman now,' said Mould, . . . 'one would almost feel disposed to bury for nothing: and do it neatly, too!'