Barnaby Rudge Quotes

“Oh gracious, why wasn't I born old and ugly!”

“Something will come of this. I hope it mayn’t be human gore!”

“"Good night, captain!" he cried. "I am yours to the death, remember!"”

“‘Better be mad than sane, here,’ said Hugh. ‘GO mad.’”

“The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world brother.”

“Wikipedia: Barnaby Rudge”

“And you'd find your father rather a tough customer in argeyment, Joe, if anybody was to try and tackle him.”

“The symbol of its dignity,—stamped upon every page of the criminal statute-book,—was the gallows; and Barnaby was to die.”

“I don’t say half I mean. I can’t. I haven’t got the gift. There are talkers enough among us; I’ll be one of the doers.”

“The sergeant was describing a military life. It was all drinking, he said, except that there were frequent intervals of eating and love-making.”

“He melts, I think. He goes like a drop of froth. You look at him, and there he is. You look at him again, and—there he isn’t.”

“‘You ought to be the best, instead of the worst,’ said Hugh, stopping before him. ‘Ha, ha, ha! See the hangman, when it comes home to him!’”

“Let us be moral, Ned, or we are nothing. ...The very idea of marrying a girl whose father was killed, like meat! Good God, Ned, how disagreeable!”

“I believe you know how very much I dislike what are called family affairs, which are only fit for plebeian Christmas days, and have no manner of business with people of our condition.”

“Mrs Varden was a lady of what is commonly called an uncertain temper — a phrase which being interpreted signifies a temper tolerably certain to make everybody more or less uncomfortable.”

“"You’re a kind of artist, I suppose—eh!" said Mr Tappertit. "Yes," rejoined Dennis; "yes—I may call myself a artist—a fancy workman—art improves natur’—that’s my motto."”

“‘Not through you,’ said the idiot, mildly. ‘Don’t say that. You were not to blame. You have always been very good to me.—Hugh, we shall know what makes the stars shine, now!’”

“"There are strings," said Mr Tappertit, flourishing his bread-and-cheese knife in the air, "in the human heart that had better not be wibrated. That's what's the matter."”

“A shade passed over Mr Willet’s face as he thought of broken windows and disabled furniture, but bethinking himself that one of the parties would probably be left alive to pay the damage, he brightened up again.”

“The flip had had no flavor till now. The tobacco had been of mere English growth, compared with its present taste. A duel in that great old rambling room upstairs, and the best bed ordered already for the wounded man!”