Charles Dickens, A Tale Of Two Cities
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!
It is a far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.
It is a far, far better thing that I do now, then I have ever done before... it is a far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known before.
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all doing direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.