what an incipient Hell was breeding here!

how much injustice, misery, and wrong, there was, and yet how the world rolled on, from year to year, alike careless and indifferent, and no man seeking to remedy or redress it; when he thought of all this, and selected from the mass the one slight case on which his thoughts were bent, he felt, indeed, that there was little ground for hope, and

for gold conjures up a mist about a man, more destructive of all his old senses and lulling to his feelings

'I am afraid you have some deep scheme in your head,' said Newman, doubtfully. 'So deep,' replied his young friend, 'that even I can't fathom it.

as in all other cases where people who are strangers to each other are thrown unexpectedly together, they should endeavour to render themselves as pleasant,

I think of a great many things. Nobody can prevent that.' 'Oh yes, I understand you, Mr. Noggs,' said Mrs. Nickleby. 'Our thoughts are free, of course. Everybody's thoughts are their own, clearly.' 'They wouldn't be, if some people had their way,'

live upon their wits (or not so much, perhaps, upon the presence of their own wits as upon the absence of wits in other people)

Such were the thoughts—if to visions so imperfect and undefined as those which wandered through his enfeebled brain, the term can be applied—which

The shade of each departed day falls upon our graves, and the worm exults as he beholds it, to know that we are hastening thither. Daughters, is there no better way to pass the fleeting hours?"