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Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, a touch that never hurts.
— Charles Dickens
Once a gentleman, and always a gentleman.
— Charles Dickens
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tries, and a touch that never hurts.
— Charles Dickens
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
— Charles Dickens
A loving heart is the truest wisdom.
— Charles Dickens
I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.
— Charles Dickens
May you have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
— Charles Dickens
I have always thought of Christmas time as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.
— Charles Dickens
I have said that they were truly happy; and without strong affection and humanity of heart, and gratitude to that Being whose code is Mercy, and whose great attribute is Benevolence to all things that breathe, happiness can never be attained.
— Charles Dickens
the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.
— Charles Dickens
Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother, else so wide apart and differing, have come together on the dark highway, to repair home together, and to rest in her bosom.
— Charles Dickens
Who am I, for God's sake, that I should be kind!
— Charles Dickens