Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs. – Charles Dickens
It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper; so cry away. – Charles Dickens
Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs. – Charles Dickens
It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper; so cry away. – 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
I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. – Charles Dickens