Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens

Not all the rain that ever fell, or ever will fall, will put as much of hell's fire out, as a man can carry about with him.

Such is the influence which the condition of our own thoughts, exercise, even over the appearance of external objects.
Men who look on nature, and their fellow-men, and cry that all is dark and gloomy, are in the right; but the sombre colours are reflections from their own jaundiced eyes and hearts.
The real hues are delicate, and need a clearer vision.

It is a world of disappointment: often to the hopes we most cherish, and hopes that do our nature the greatest honour.

It is a true tale of grief and trial, and sorrow...and such tales usually are; if it were one of unmixed joy and happiness, it would be very brief.