Pickwick Papers

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The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club (1836), better known as The Pickwick Papers, is the first novel by Charles Dickens.

Quotes

  • He had used the word in its Pickwickian sense.
    • Chapter 1, referring to the word "humbug".
  • "I am ruminating," said Mr. Pickwick, "on the strange mutability of human affairs." "Ah! I see — in at the palace door one day, out at the window the next. Philosopher, Sir?" "An observer of human nature, Sir," said Mr. Pickwick. "Ah, so am I. Most people are when they've little to do and less to get."
    • Chapter 2.
  • Great men are seldom over-scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire.
    • Chapter 2.
  • Kent, sir — everybody knows Kent — apples, cherries, hops, and women.
    • Chapter 2.
  • Did it ever strike you on such a morning as this that drowning would be happiness and peace?
    • Chapter 5.
  • "It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. "It was the salmon."
    • Chapter 8.
  • I wants to make your flesh creep.
    • Chapter 8.
  • Whenever the Buffs and Blues met together at public meeting ... disputes and high words arose between them... Everything in Eatanswill was made a party question. If the Buffs proposed to new skylight the market-place, the Blues got up public meetings, and denounced the proceeding; if the Blues proposed the erection of an additional pump in the High Street, the Buffs rose as one man and stood aghast at the enormity.
    • Chapter 13.
  • Can I view thee panting, lying
    On thy stomach, without sighing;
    Can I unmoved see thee dying
    On a log
    Expiring frog!
    • Chapter 15.
  • Tongue —, well that's a wery good thing when it ain't a woman's.
    • Chapter 19.
  • I took a good deal o’ pains with his eddication, sir; let him run in the streets when he was wery young, and shift for his-self. It’s the only way to make a boy sharp, sir.
    • The elder Weller, on the rearing of his son
    • Chapter 20.
  • Mr. Weller's knowledge of London was extensive and peculiar.
    • Chapter 20.
  • Take example by your father, my boy, and be very careful o’ widders all your life, specially if they’ve kept a public house, Sammy.
    • Chapter 20.
  • "Think, Sir!" replied Mr. Weller; "why, I think he's the wictim o' connubiality, as Blue Beard's domestic chaplain said, vith a tear of pity, ven he buried him."
    • Chapter 20.
  • "It’s a wery remarkable circumstance, sir", said Sam, "that poverty and oysters seems to go together."
    • Chapter 22.
  • Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, sir.
    • Chapter 25.
  • Ven you’re a married man, Samivel, you’ll understand a good many things as you don’t understand now; but vether it’s worth goin’ through so much, to learn so little, as the charity-boy said ven he got to the end of the alphabet, is a matter of taste.
    • Chapter 27.
  • Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fireside and his quiet home!
    • Chapter 28.
  • "Eccentricities of genius, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick. "You may retire."
    • Chapter 30.
  • When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing for himself; but when he laughs inwardly, it bodes no good to other people.
    • Chapter 31.
  • Keep yourself to yourself.
    • Chapter 32.
  • Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on Boxin'-Day, or Warren's blackin', or Rowland's oil, or some of them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy.
    • The elder Weller, commenting on his son’s composition of a valentine
    • Chapter 33.
  • Never mind the character, stick to the alleybi.
    • Chapter 33.
  • By the by, who ever knew a man who never read or wrote neither who hadn’t got some small back parlour which he would call a study!
    • Chapter 35.
  • She knows wot's wot, she does.
    • Chapter 37.
  • We know, Mr. Weller—we, who are men of the world—that a good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later.
    • Chapter 37.
  • They don't mind it; it's a regular holiday to them — all porter and skittles.
    • Chapter 41.
  • We still leave unblotted in the leaves of our statute book, for the reverence and admiration of successive ages, the just and wholesome law which declares that the sturdy felon shall be fed and clothed, and that the penniless debtor shall be left to die of starvation and nakedness. This is no fiction.
    • Chapter 42.
  • Anythin' for a quiet life, as the man said wen he took the sitivation at the lighthouse.
    • Chapter 43.
  • Wotever is, is right, as the young nobleman sveetly remarked wen they put him down in the pension list 'cos his mother's uncle's vife's grandfather vunce lit the king's pipe vith a portable tinder-box.
    • Chapter 51.

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