Charles Dickens Quote
The sun,—the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man—burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.
Oliver Twist. David Copperfield. Our mutual friend. Great expectations. Little Dorrit. Martin Chuzzlewit (ed. 1879)