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I never see any difference in boys. I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys and beef-faced boys.
(Charles Dickens (1812-1870), British novelist. Mr. Grimwig, in Oliver Twist, ch. 14 (1838).)
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A bill... is the most extraordinary locomotive engine that the genius of man ever produced. It would keep on running during the longest lifetime, without ever once stopping of its own accord.
(Charles Dickens (1812-1870), British novelist. The Pickwick Papers, ch. 32, p. 434 (1837).)
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A man in public life expects to be sneered at—it is the fault of his elevated sitiwation, and not of himself.
(Charles Dickens (1812-1870), British novelist. Mr. Kenwigs, in Nicholas Nickleby, ch. 14 (1838-39).)
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Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.
(Charles Dickens (1812-1870), British novelist. Tigg, in Martin Chuzzlewit, ch. 27 (1844).)
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Keep out of Chancery.... It's being ground to bits in a slow mill; it's being roasted at a slow fire; it's being stung to death by single bees; it's being drowned by drops; it's going mad by grains.
(Charles Dickens (1812-1870), British novelist. Mr. Krook reporting Tom Jarndyce, in Bleak House, ch. 5 (1852).)
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"Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin' day, or Warren's blackin' or Rowland's oil, or some o' them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy."
(Charles Dickens (1812-1870), British novelist. Tony Weller in The Pickwick Papers, ch. 33, p. 452 (1837).
The elder Weller, commenting on his son's composition of a valentine.)
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I believe no satirist could breathe this air. If another Juvenal or Swift could rise up among us tomorrow, he would be hunted down. If you have any knowledge of our literature, and can give me the name of any man, American born and bred, who has anatomised our follies as a people, and not as this or that party; and who has escaped the foulest and most brutal slander, the most inveterate hatred and intolerant pursuit; it will be a strange name in my ears, believe me.
(Charles Dickens (1812-1870), British novelist. Mr. Bevan, in Martin Chuzzlewit, ch. 16 (1844).)
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