Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips. – Charles Dickens
The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to dangerous seas…. – Charles Dickens
If I could not walk far and fast, I think I should just explode and perish. – Charles Dickens
There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts. – Charles Dickens
Things happen too quickly, crisis follows crisis, the soil of our minds is perpetually disturbed. Each of us, to relieve his feelings, broadcasts his own running commentary on the preposterous and bewildering events of the hour: and this, nowadays, is what passes for conversation. – Jan Struther, Mrs. Miniver, 1930s