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
That sort of half sigh, which, accompanied by two or three slight nods of the head, is pitys small change in general society. – Charles Dickens
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home! – Charles Dickens
A man in public life expects to be sneered at — it is the fault of his elevated situation, and not of himself. – Charles Dickens