Book: A Christmas Carol in prose. Page 1

Life path, if steadily followed, lead to a predetermined end.

That's how the world - there will always be people willing to expose to ridicule a good deed.

- I suppose tomorrow you do not intend to report for work.
- If quite convenient, sir.
- It is very inconvenient and unfair. But if I can keep with you for half a crown, you'd think yourself ill-used, isn't it?
- However, you can't think that I will be able to think yourself ill-used, when I pay you a salary for nothing.
- A rather weak excuse, in order for each year, the twenty-fifth of December, to run hand in my pocket.

Disease and sorrow are easily transmitted from person to person, but there is on earth nothing more contagious than laughter and cheerful spirits...

I'm so easily like I was nothing so happily, as if I'm an angel, so much fun, like I'm a schoolboy! I'm as giddy as a drunken man.

... know that only those who do not fall into the predicament, knows exactly how to act, and bring him, she would, of course, and entered...

- Is there no assistance, no shelter? 'cried Scrooge.
- Have we not prisons? - asked the Spirit, repeating his own words of Scrooge. - Have we not workhouses?

If chest you have a heart and not a stone, beware of repeating these evil and vulgar words, while you know THAT there is a surplus and WHERE it is. You should decide which people should live and who to die? You may be in the sight of heaven you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man's child. Oh my God! Some kind of bug attached to the blade of grass, a verdict of their hungry brethren because so many of them bred and fumbling in the dust!