There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast. – Charles Dickens
With affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other. – Charles Dickens
There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast. – Charles Dickens
With affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other. – Charles Dickens
Most men are individuals no longer so far as their business, its activities, or its moralities are concerned. They are not units but fractions. – Charles Dickens