The Pickwick Papers

'Rising rage and extreme bewilderment had swelled the noble breast of Mr Pickwick, almost to the bursting of his waistcoat'

Oliver Twist

'Let him feel that he is one of us; once fill his mind with the idea that he has been a thief, and he's ours, - ours for his life!'

Nicholas Nickleby

'I shall never regret doing as I have - never, if I starve or beg in consequence'

The Old Curiosity Shop

'Alone in the midst of all this lumber and decay, and ugly age, the beautiful child in her gentle slumber'

Barnaby Rudge

'The mob began to join and whirl, and with loud yells, and shouts ... bestirred themselves to feed the fire, and keep it at its height'

A Christmas Carol

'Merry Christmas! ... every idiot who goes about with "Merry Christmas" on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding'

Martin Chuzzlewit

'I plainly see to what foul uses all this money will be put ... sowing perjury, hatred, and lies among near kindred, where there should be nothing but love!'

Dombey and Son

'The earth was made for Dombey and Son to trade in, and the sun and moon were made to give them light'

David Copperfield

'Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show'

Bleak House

'Jarndyce and Jarndyce has passed into a joke. That is the only good that has ever come of it'

Hard Times

'Now what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else'

Little Dorrit

'You talk very easily of hours, sir! How long do you suppose, sir, that an hour is to a man who is choking for want of air?'

A Tale of Two Cities

'Liberty, equality, fraternity, or death; - the last, much the easiest to bestow, O Guillotine!'

Great Expectations

'It was not too late and too far to go back, and I went on. And the mists had all solemnly risen now, and the world lay spread before me'

Our Mutual Friend

'Has a dead man any use for money? ... What world does money belong to? This world. How can money be a corpse's?'

The Mystery of Edwin Drood

'In the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hells of visions ... I loved you madly'