Charles Dickens

“ We must all live."
"Pray shake hands," said Mr. Traveller.
"Take care, sir," was the tinker's caution, as he reached up his hand in surprise; "the black comes off."
"I am glad of it," said Mr. Traveller. "I have been for several hours among other black that does not come off."
"You are speaking of Tom in there?"
"Yes."
"Well, now," said the tinker, blowing the dust off his job, which was finished. "Ain't it enough to disgust a pig, if he could give his mind to it?"
"If he could give his mind to it," returned the other, smiling, "the probability is that he wouldn't be a pig." ”

“ I infer that he was the cause of your disgust?"
"Why, look'ee here, sir," said the tinker, rising to his feet, and wiping his face on the corner of his black apron energetically;" I leave you to judge;—I ask you!—Last night I has a job that needs to be done in the night, and I works all night. Well, there's nothing in that. But this morning I comes along this road here, looking for a sunny and soft spot to sleep in, and I sees this desolation and ruination. I've lived myself in desolation and ruination; I knows many a fellow-creetur that's forced to live life-long in desolation and ruination ”

“ We must take it as it comes, and make the best of it. There's something good in all weathers. If it don't happen to be good for my work today it's good for some other man's to-day, and will come round to me to-morrow. ”