Tweet@Scrooge: Merry Christmas! What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? You're poor enough.
Tweet@Scrooge: If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart.
Tweet@Scrooge: Let me hear another sound from you and you'll keep your Christmas by losing your situation!
Tweet@Ghost.Marley: I wear the chain I forged in life. I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it...
Tweet@Gost.Marley: The weight and length of the strong coil you bear yourself was full as heavy and as long as this, seven Christmas Eves ago. You have labored on it, since. It is a ponderous chain!
Tweet@Ghost.Marley: Mark me!--in life my spirit never roved beyond the narrow limits of our money-changing hole; and weary journeys lie before me!
Tweet@Scrooge: But you were always a good man of business...
Tweet@Ghost.Marley: Business! Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water
Tweet@Ghost.Marley: in the comprehensive ocean of my business!
Tweet@Christmas_Past: The school is not quite deserted...A solitary child, neglected by his friends, is left there still.
Tweet@Christmas_Past: Another idol has displaced me; and if it can cheer and comfort you in time to come, as I would have tried to do, I have no just cause to grieve.
Tweet@Scrooge: What idol has displaced you?
Tweet@Christmas_Past: A golden one.
Tweet@Scrooge: This is the even-handed dealing of the world! There is nothing on which it is so hard as poverty; and there is nothing it professes to condemn with such severity as the pursuit of wealth!
Tweet@Christmas_Past: You fear the world too much. All your other hopes have merged into the hope of being beyond the chance of its sordid reproach. I have seen your nobler aspirations fall off one by one, until the master-passion, Gain, engrosses you.
Tweet@Scrooge: No more! No more. I don't wish to see it. Show me no more! Spirit, remove me from this place.
Tweet@Christmas_Past: I told you these were shadows of the things that have been. That they are what they are, do not blame me!
Tweet@Christmas_Present: I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. Look upon me! Touch my robe!
Tweet@Christmas_Present: Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? It may be, that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man's child.
Tweet@Scrooge: I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw?
Tweet@Christmas_Present: Oh, Man! look here. Look, look, down here!
Tweet@Scrooge: I tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.
Tweet@Christmas_Present: They are Man's, and they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree,
Tweet@Christmas_Present: but most of all fear this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased.
Tweet@Scrooge: Have they no refuge or resource?
Tweet@Christmas_Present: Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses?
Tweet@Scrooge: I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come...Ghost of the Future! I fear you more than any specter I have seen.
Tweet@Scrooge: But as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear you company, and do it with a thankful heart.
Tweet@Scrooge: Spirit! I see, I see. The case of this unhappy man might be my own. My life tends that way, now.
Tweet@Scrooge: If there is any person in the town, who feels emotion caused by this man's death, show that person to me, Spirit, I beseech you!
Tweet@Scrooge: Let me see some tenderness connected with a death, or that dark chamber, Spirit, which we left just now, will be for ever present to me.
Tweet@Scrooge: Spectre, something informs me that our parting moment is at hand. I know it, but I know not how. Tell me what man that was whom we saw lying dead?
Tweet@Scrooge: Before I draw nearer to that stone to which you point, answer me one question.
Tweet@Scrooge: Are these the shadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of things that May be, only?
Tweet@Scrooge: Men's courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead, but if the courses be departed from, the ends will change. Say it is thus with what you show me!
Tweet@Scrooge: Spirit!hear me! I am not the man I was. I will not be the man I must have been but for this intercourse. Why show me this, if I am past all hope!"
Tweet@Scrooge: Assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me, by an altered life!
Tweet@Scrooge: I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.
Tweet@Scrooge: Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone!