If they would rather die, they had better do it and decrease the surpluspopulation
Mankind was my business [...] the dealings of my trade were but a drop in the comprehensive ocean of my business
Oh but he was a tight fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge. A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner
Another idol had displaced me [...] a golden one
From the crown of its head there sprung a bright jet of clear light
He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome [...] the happiness he gives is quite as great as if it cost a fortune
Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quotes by the spirit, and was overcome with penitence and grief
Then all the Cratchit family drew around the hearth in what Bob Cratchit called a circle
Ragged, scowling, wolfish [...] a stale and shivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, twisted them and oulled them into shreds. Where angels might had sat, devilslurked and glared out menacing
Are these the shadows of things that Will be, or are they the shadows of the things that May be only?
The phantom slowly, gravely, silently approached [...] it was shrouded in a deep black garment which [...] left nothing of it visible save one outstretched hand [...] its mysteriouspresence filled him with a solemn dread
I will honour Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all year. I will live in the Past, Present and future [...] I will not shut out the lessons they teach!
He was so fluttered and glowing with good intentions
I am happy as an angel, merry as a schoolboy
This boy is ignorance. This girl is want beware them both [...] but most of all beware the boy for on his brow is see which is written doom, unless the writing be erased
Secret and selfcontained and solitary as an oyster
Solitary child, neglected by his friends, is left there still