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Charles Dickens Quotes

 

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'I assure you, my good friend, I have more money than I can ever need; far more than a man at my age can ever live to spend,' said Mr. Pickwick.
'No man knows how much he can spend, till he tries,' observed Mr. Weller.
Charles Dickens
Source: The Pickwick Papers

'It wasn't the wine,' murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. 'It was the salmon.' (Somehow or other, it never is the wine, in these cases.)
Charles Dickens
Source: The Pickwick Papers

'What's rather dubious?' inquired Mr. Ben Allen, at the same time sharpening his intellect with a draught of beer. 'What's dubious?'
Charles Dickens
Source: The Pickwick Papers

A boy's story is the best that is ever told.
Charles Dickens

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.
Charles Dickens

Every man thinks his own geese swans.
Charles Dickens

He had but one eye and the pocket of prejudice runs in favor of two.
Charles Dickens

I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.
Charles Dickens

I say, if any misanthrope were to put, in my presence, the question 'Why were we born?' I should reply, 'To make an effort'
Charles Dickens
Source: Dombey and Son
Quoted: Mrs. Chick

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Charles Dickens
Source: Great Expectations

Kent, sir --- everybody knows Kent --- apples, cherries, hops, and women.
Charles Dickens

Long after the ladies had retired, did the hot elder wine, well qualified with brandy and spice, go round, and round, and round again; and sound was the sleep and pleasant were the dreams that followed.
Charles Dickens
Source: The Pickwick Papers

Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?
Charles Dickens

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.
Charles Dickens

No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.
Charles Dickens

Polly put the kettle on, we'll all have tea.
Charles Dickens

The ant crept forth to her daily toil, the butterfly fluttered and basked in the warm rays of the sun; myriads of insects spread their transparent wings, and revelled in their brief but happy existence. Man walked forth, elated with the scene; and all was brightness and splendour.
Charles Dickens
Source: The Pickwick Papers

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
Charles Dickens

There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.
Charles Dickens

There were insects, too, hideous crawling things, with eyes that stared upon him, and filled the very air around, glistening horribly amidst the thick darkness of the place.
Charles Dickens
Source: The Pickwick Papers

What greater gift than the love of a cat?
Charles Dickens


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