I Verily Believe That Her

Dombey Sat In The Corner Of The Darkened Room In The Great Arm-chair By The Bedside, And Son Lay Tucked Up Warm In A Little Basket Bedstead, Carefully Disposed On A Low Settee Immediately In Front Of The Fire And Close To It, As If His Constitution Were Analogous To That Of A Muffin, And It Was Essential To Toast Him Brown While He Was Very New.

The Habit Of Paying Compliments Kept A Man's Tongue Oiled Without Any Expense.

Most Men Unconsciously Judge The World From Themselves, And It Will Be Very Generally Found That Those Who Sneer Habitually At Human Nature, And Affect To Despise It, Are Among Its Worst And Least Pleasant Samples.

... As Lonesome As A Kitten In A Wash-house Copper With The Lid On.

I Think It Impossible, Utterly Impossible, For Any Englishman To Live Here [in America], And Be Happy.