"A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man."
"It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous heaps of copper that had been heated in a furnace, and were growing cold."
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Source: Charles Dickens (1872). “A Cyclopedia of the Best Thoughts of Charles Dickens”, p.456
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