"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."

"You're a amiably-disposed young man, Sir, I don't think."

"He had used the word in its Pickwickian sense."

"Great men are seldom over-scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire."

"Heads, heads — take care of your heads!... Five children — mother — tall lady, eating sandwiches — forgot the arch — …"

"I am ruminating," said Mr. Pickwick, "on the strange mutability of human affairs." "Ah! I see — in at the palace door…"

"Ah! you should keep dogs — fine animals — sagacious creatures — dog of my own once — pointer — surprising instinct — …"

"Kent, sir — everybody knows Kent — apples, cherries, hops, and women."

"There are very few moments in a man's existence when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so litt…"

"She knows wot's wot, she does."