Charles Dickens Quotes

"Why should I disguise what you know so well, but what the crowd never dream of? We companies are all birds of prey; mere birds of prey. The only question is, whether in serving our own turn, we can serve yours too; whether in double-lining our own nest, we can put a single living into yours." ~ Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens And though home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit answered to, in strongest conjuration. ~ Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens Time and tide will wait for no man, saith the adage. But all men have to wait for time and tide. ~ Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens "What lawsuits grow out of the graves of rich men, every day; sowing perjury, hatred, and lies among near kindred, where there should be nothing but love!" ~ Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens "Rich folks may ride on camels, but it an't so easy for 'em to see out of a needle's eye. That is my comfort, and I hope I knows it." ~ Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens "I will die here where I have walked. And I will walk here, though I am in my grave. I will walk here until the pride of this house is humbled." ~ Bleak House by Charles Dickens The one great principle of the English law is, to make business for itself. There is no other principle distinctly, certainly, and consistently maintained through all its narrow turnings. ~ Bleak House by Charles Dickens Everything that Mr Smallweed's grandfather ever put away in his mind was a grub at first, and is a grub at last. In all his life he has never bred a single butterfly. ~ Bleak House by Charles Dickens "Think! I've got enough to do, and little enough to get for it, without thinking." ~ Bleak House by Charles Dickens And there he sits, munching and gnawing, and looking up at the great cross on the summit of St. Paul's Cathedral, glittering above a red-and-violet-tinted cloud of smoke. From the boy's face one might suppose that sacred emblem to be, in his eyes, the crowning confusion of the great, confused city--so golden, so high up, so far out of his reach. ~ Bleak House by Charles Dickens