| Quotes |
Topic |
| Names | Known by the sobriquet of "The Artful Dodger." |
| Names | The dodgerest of all the dodgers. |
| Names | Called me wessel, Sammy--a wessel of wrath. |
| Nervousness | Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night! |
| Neurosis | Oh the nerves, the nerves, the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are! |
| Oysters | Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. |
| Oysters | It's a wery remarkable circumstance, sir," said Sam, "that poverty and oysters always seem to go together." |
| Poetry | Why then we should drop into poetry. |
| Prison | "And a bird-cage, sir," said Sam. "Veels vithin veels, a prison in a prison." |
| Proverbs | Barkis is willin'! |
| Reflection | The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill your pipe with that 'ere reflection. |
| Sense | He had used the work in its Pickwickian sense . . . he had merely considered him a humbug in a Pickwickian point of view. |
| Smiles | In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile. |
| Sympathy | Jobling, there are chords in the human mind. |
| Tears | Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of Earth, overlaying our hard hearts. |
| Will | Barkis is willin'! |
| Will | "When a man says he's willin'," said Mr. Barkis, "it's as much as to say, that man's a-waitin' for a answer." |
| Will | There is nothing good or evil save in the will. |
| Wind | The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in the east. |
| Wine and Spirits | "It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass in a broken voice, "it was the salmon." |
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