It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way-in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is consti- tuted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
Of little worth as life is when we mis- use it, it is worth that effort. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.
a jury of dogs empannelled to try the deer
in spite of his utmost tergiversation and treachery in furtherance of the reigning terror
slake her devouring thirst
