If I could not walk far and fast, I think I should just explode and perish. – Charles Dickens
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those dark, clustered houses encloses it – Charles Dickens
There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts. – Charles Dickens
There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood. – Charles Dickens
How can you explain that you need to know that the trees are still there, and the hills and the sky? Anyone knows they are. How can you say it is time your pulse responded to another rhythm, the rhythm of the day and the season instead of the hour and the minute? No, you cannot explain. So you walk. – Author unknown, from New York Times editorial, “The Walk,” 25 October 1967