Charles Dickens quotes

I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.

Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many - not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

I have known a vast quantity of nonsense talked about bad men not looking you in the face. Don't trust that conventional idea. Dishonesty will stare honesty out of countenance any day in the week, if there is anything to be got by it.

Whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do it well; whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself completely; in great aims and in small I have always thoroughly been in earnest.

The first rule of business is: Do other men for they would do you.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.

There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

The one great principle of English law is to make business for itself.

I have known a vast quantity of nonsense talked about bad men not looking you in the face. Don't trust that conventional idea. Dishonesty will stare honesty out of countenance any day in the week, if there is anything to be got by it.

Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world, brother.

The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world, brother.

The age of chivalry is past. Bores have succeeded to dragons.

Great men are seldom over-scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire.

Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.

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

There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

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

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.

If there were no bad people, there would be no good lawyers.

The first rule of business is: Do other men for they would do you.

We forge the chains we wear in life.

I never could have done what I have done without the habits of punctuality, order, and diligence, without the determination to concentrate myself on one subject at a time.

Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.

It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.

It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.

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

The civility which money will purchase, is rarely extended to those who have none.

Most men are individuals no longer so far as their business, its activities, or its moralities are concerned. They are not units but fractions.

Christmas time! That man must be a misanthrope indeed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused - in whose mind some pleasant associations are not awakened - by the recurrence of Christmas.

Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you've conquered human nature.

It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.

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

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.