Stand up tall. Blood of iron, heart of ice.
I'm happy wherever the weather. But your mother is of a more delicate sensibility.
- What is?
-What about it?
Well, what is it but an excuse for picking a man's pocket every 25th of December?
-Yes. Keep going.
A time for paying bills without money. A time for finding yourself a year older and not an hour richer. If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with "Merry Christmas" on his lips should be boiled in his own plum pudding and buried with a stake of holly through his heart, he should.
Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business. Charity... mercy... forbearance, and benevolence were all my business.

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