Quotes from Charles Dickens

There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long, and when this lonely girl was a greater mystery to him than any women of the world...

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.

In love of home, the love of country has its rise.

Many merry Christmases, friendships, great accumulation of cheerful recollections, affection on earth, and Heaven at last for all of us.