Little Dorrit

by Charles Dickens

blustering assertion goes for proof, half over the world.

'One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind;

'I am self-contained and self-reliant; your opinion is nothing to me; I have

many more people fall in love than commit murder—which it may be hoped, howsoever bad we are, will continue until the end of the world to be the dispensation under which we shall

he disposed of an immense quantity of solid food with the benignity of a good soul who was feeding some one else.

The world seemed hardly large enough to yield him an amount of travel proportionate to his equipment.

let me implore you to remember later and better days. Be guided only by the healer of the sick, the raiser of the dead, the friend of all who were afflicted and forlorn, the patient Master who shed tears of compassion for our infirmities. We cannot but be right if we put all the rest away, and do everything in remembrance of Him. There is no vengeance and no infliction of suffering in His life, I am sure.

There can be no confusion in following Him, and seeking for no other footsteps, I am certain.'

Affery, like greater people, had always been right in her facts, and always wrong in the theories she deduced from them.