I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. – Charles Dickens
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship and pass the rosy wine. – Charles Dickens
I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. – Charles Dickens
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship and pass the rosy wine. – Charles Dickens
It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations. – Charles Dickens
I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that — as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time. – Charles Dickens
And to my thinking as a lover of life, butterflies, soap-bubbles, and whatever is of their kind among men, know most of happiness. To see these light, foolish, delicate, mobile little souls flitting about—that moveth Zarathustra to tears and to song. – Friedrich Nietzsche (1844–1900), “Of Reading and Writing,” Thus Spake Zarathus