Nicholas Nickleby: By Charles Dickens : Illustrated

better days might be dawning upon them. Such is hope, Heaven's own gift to struggling mortals; pervading, like some subtle essence from the skies, all things, both good and bad; as universal as death, and more infectious than disease!

for gold conjures up a mist about a man, more destructive of all his old senses and lulling to his feelings

Mystery and disappointment are not absolutely indispensable to the growth of love, but they are, very often, its powerful auxiliaries.

as in all other cases where people who are strangers to each other are thrown unexpectedly together, they should endeavour to render themselves as pleasant,

power to serve, is as seldom joined with the will, as the will is with the power, I think.'

having bestowed her affections (or whatever it might be that, in the absence of anything better, represented them)

'I am afraid you have some deep scheme in your head,' said Newman, doubtfully. 'So deep,' replied his young friend, 'that even I can't fathom it.

it would be all the same a hundred years hence;

Gold, for the instant, lost its lustre in his eyes, for there were countless treasures of the heart which it could never purchase.