
Nicholas Nickleby: By Charles Dickens : Illustrated

Such were the thoughts—if to visions so imperfect and undefined as those which wandered through his enfeebled brain, the term can be applied—which
Charles Dickens • Nicholas Nickleby: By Charles Dickens : Illustrated
it would be all the same a hundred years hence;
Charles Dickens • Nicholas Nickleby: By Charles Dickens : Illustrated
When I speak of home, I speak of the place where—in default of a better—those I love are gathered together;
Charles Dickens • Nicholas Nickleby: By Charles Dickens : Illustrated
Pride is one of the seven deadly sins; but it cannot be the pride of a mother in her children, for that is a compound of two cardinal virtues—faith and hope.
Charles Dickens • Nicholas Nickleby: By Charles Dickens : Illustrated
having bestowed her affections (or whatever it might be that, in the absence of anything better, represented them)
Charles Dickens • Nicholas Nickleby: By Charles Dickens : Illustrated
The shade of each departed day falls upon our graves, and the worm exults as he beholds it, to know that we are hastening thither. Daughters, is there no better way to pass the fleeting hours?"
Charles Dickens • Nicholas Nickleby: By Charles Dickens : Illustrated
because of course he is conscious of his own superiority, as we all are, and very naturally—that he took to scorning everything, and became a genius;
Charles Dickens • Nicholas Nickleby: By Charles Dickens : Illustrated
Now suppose a man can get a fortune in a wife instead of with her—eh?' 'Why, then, he's a lucky fellow,'
Charles Dickens • Nicholas Nickleby: By Charles Dickens : Illustrated
The sun does not shine upon this fair earth to meet frowning eyes,