Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!

Quote by Charles Dickens

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It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper;...

It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper;...

I have known a vast quantity of nonsense talked about bad men not looking you...

I have known a vast quantity of nonsense talked about bad men not looking you...

We forge the chains we wear in life.

We forge the chains we wear in life.

Reflect upon your present blessings, of which every man has plenty; not on your past...

Reflect upon your present blessings, of which every man has plenty; not on your past...

He'd make a lovely corpse.

He'd make a lovely corpse.

When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing for himself; but when he...

When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing for himself; but when he...

Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.

Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done;...

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done;...

Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many - not on your...

Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many - not on your...

There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.

There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.

It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.

It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.

Send forth the child and childish man together, and blush for the pride that libels...

Send forth the child and childish man together, and blush for the pride that libels...

There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long,...

There were times when he could not read the face he had studied so long,...

He would make a lovely corpse.

He would make a lovely corpse.

Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.

Charity begins at home, and justice begins next door.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Gold, for the instant, lost its luster in his eyes, for there were countless treasures...

Gold, for the instant, lost its luster in his eyes, for there were countless treasures...

Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the...

Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the...

All life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is...

All life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is...

We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded...

We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little life is rounded...