appetite

attraction

baby

birthday

book

business

Cairo Illinois

child

Christmas

circumstance

circumstantial evidence

city

Civil War

cleanliness

consumerism

credit (financial)

crying

destiny

distress

enemy

event

fact

fairy tale

forgiveness

French Revolution

fruitcake

gift giving

great man

Hans Christen Andersen

happiness

hard work

heart

Henry VIII

home

hope

idea

injustice

instinct

intoxication

king

Kingston

leaving

life

listening

love

martyrdom

melancholy

missionary

New Year's

New York City

novelty

obsession

ocean

painting

portrait

pride

promise

regret

repression

sacrifice

self-improvement

September

service

silence

size

sleep

spite

spring

surprise

teacher

trifle

vice

virtue

William Shakespeare

nationality

British

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novelist

intellectual movement

literary realism

journalist

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religion

Anglicanism

children's writer

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natural causes

is a thing which to subdue is to conquer human nature.

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

is what we keep while we are alive, just as the ghosts of dead people, who are not easy in their graves, keep the day they died upon.

I have heard it said that as we keep our birthdays when we are alive, so the ghosts of dead people, who are not easy in their graves, keep the day they died upon. Charles Dickens

We never tire of the friendships we form with books. Charles Dickens

is an activity whose soul and keystone of prosperity is industry.

Industry is the soul of business and the keystone of prosperity. Charles Dickens

is an ugly sepulchre, a grave uncheered by any gleam of promise.

This dismal Cairo [Illinois], an ugly sepulchre, a grave uncheered by any gleam of promise. DICKENS, Charles (1812-1870)

What greater gift than the love of a cat. Charles Dickens

 perceives and feels nothing more finely than injustice.

stence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt, as injustice. Charles Dickens

is a poor excuse every 25th of December to pick a man's pockets.

Christmas is a poor excuse every 25th of December to pick a man's pockets. Charles Dickens

is that thing which evokes the wonders that all of us have hidden in our breasts.

All of us have wonders hidden in our breasts, only needing circumstances to evoke them. (Charles Dickens)

 may accumulate so strongly even against an innocent man, that directed, sharpened, and pointed, they may slay him.

Circumstances may accumulate so strongly even against an innocent man, that directed, sharpened, and pointed, they may slay him. Charles Dickens

is the symbol and carrier of civilization. It is an institutional center for religion, culture, politics, administration and social contact. It is a seat of production. It is a seat of commerce and transport. And lastly it is a seat of civilized pleasures for rules, the rulers, the wealthy, and the retired.

The city, in the widest sense, as it appears throughout all ages and in all lands, as the symbol and carrier of civilization, has certain fundamental characteristics. The first and the most important of these is that it is an institutional centre, the seat of the institutions of the society which it represents. It is a seat ol religion, of culture and social contact, and of political and administrative organization. Secondly, it is a seat of production, agricultural and industrial, the latter being normally the more important . . . Thirdly, it is a seat of is a pleasurable seat of commerce and transport. Fourthly, the city is a pleasurable seat of residence for the rulers, the wealthy, and the retired, where they can enjoy all the amenities of civilized life that the institutions of their society have people who work in it. The West European people who work in it. The West European City DICKENS, Charles (1812-1870)

is purely about the northern desire for economic control of the southern states. Slavery was no more than a piece of specious humbug designed to conceal this.

The Northern onslaught upon slavery was no more than a piece of specious humbug designed to conceal its desire for economic control of the Southern states. Charles Dickens

is sometimes more uncomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself.

Mrs Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her cleanliness more uncomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and some people do the same by their religion. Charles Dickens

is something one should never be ashamed to do. Tears are rain on the dust of earth -making us more sorry, more aware of our own ingratitude, more gentle.

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before-- more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle. Charles Dickens

 opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper.

It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper... so cry away. Charles Dickens

is rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.

is our own doing. We forge the chains we wear in life.

I wear the chain I forged in life. . . .I made it link by link, and yard by yard... I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it. Charles Dickens

is proved neither only by tears nor best by tears.

There is no deception now, Mr. Weller. Tears,' said Job, with a look of momentary slyness, 'tears are not the only proofs of distress, nor the best ones.' Charles Dickens

Some people are nobody's enemies but their own Charles Dickens

 begins to be forgotten when wonder, having no fresh food to support it, dies away of itself.

Dickens writes that an event, 'began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it, dies away of itself. Charles Dickens

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