Charles Dickens

7 Feb 1812 // 9 Jun 1870


It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.
There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.


On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."