Quotes from Jerome K. Jerome

And we sit there, by its margin, while the moon, who loves it too, stoops down to kiss it with a sister's kiss, and throws her silver arms around it clingingly; and we watch it as it flows, ever singing, ever whispering

The more we peeled, the more peel there seemed to be left on; by the time we had got all the peel off and all the eyes out, there was no potato left - at least none worth speaking of.

Lo mejor es decir siempre la verdad, a no ser que seas un estupendo mentiroso.

Metiet lauk? grabažas, cilv?ki! Lai j?su dz?ves laiva ir viegla, lai taj? atrodams tikai visnepieciešam?kais - m?j?gs nams un vienk?ršas izpriecas. P?ris draugu, kas ir š? v?rda v?rti, k?ds, kas m?l j?s un kam j?s atbildat ar pretm?lest?bu, ka?is, suns un viena vai divas p?pes, pietiekami daudz ?diena un dr?nu, un mazliet vair?k nek? pietiekami - dz?rienu, jo sl?pes ir drausm?gs posts.

He told us that it had been a fine day today, and we told him that it had been a fine day yesterday, and then we all told each other that we thought it would be a fine day tomorrow; and George said the crops seemed to be coming up nicely.

But who wants to be foretold the weather?  It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand. 

KlÄ™li przy tym na nas ile wlezie, ale u?ywali przy tym nie pospolitego sÅ'ownictwa rodem z rynsztoka, tylko starannie przemyÅ›lanych inwektyw, które obejmowaÅ'y caÅ'e nasze ?ycie, siÄ™gaÅ'y w odlegÅ'Ä… przyszÅ'o?? i dotyczyÅ'y naszych krewnych oraz wszystkiego, co siÄ™ z nami wiÄ…zaÅ'o.

We are as children whose small feet have strayed into some dim-lit temple of the god they have been taught to worship but know not;

Throw the lumber over, man!

Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen. ? Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow . (Mondial October 19, 2005) Originally published 1886.

Being only a chemist hampers me.

Un tom?r nakts d?v? droš?bas un sp?ka saj?tu. T?s varen?bas priekš? m?su s?k?s b?das apkaunotas atk?pjas.

Being only a chemist hampers me." I read the prescription. It ran: "1 lb. beefsteak, with 1 pt. bitter beer

They took him to Wagner festivals and Burne-Jones's private views. They read him all the minor poets. They booked seats for him at all Ibsen's plays. They introduced him into all the most soulful circles of artistic society. His days were one long feast of other people's enjoyments.

stove, and crowd round that. Rainwater is the chief article of diet at supper.  The bread is two-thirds rainwater, the beefsteak-pie is exceedingly rich in

Kad es ko gribu un nevaru dab?t, es k??stu p?rgalv?gs.

It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do.  It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work: it fascinates me.  I can sit and look at it for hours.

I don't understand German myself.  I learned it at school, but forgot every word of it two years after I had left, and have felt much better ever since.

I notice that people always make gigantic arrangements for bathing when they are going anywhere near the water, but that they don't bathe much when they are there.

Weather in towns is like a skylark in a counting-house — out of place and in the way.

We have in America," he said, "twenty million people of German descent. Almost as many Irish. In New York State alone there are more Italians than in Rome. We have more Scandinavians than there are in Sweden. Here, side by side, dwell Czechs, Roumanians, Slavs, Poles and Dutchmen. We also have some Jews. We have solved the problem of living together without wanting to cut one another's throats. You will have to learn to do the same in Europe. We shall have to teach you.

There are plenty of dogs in the town of Oxford.  Montmorency had eleven fights on the first day, and fourteen on the second, and evidently thought he had got to heaven.

It does not seem good to be always going with the current.  There is more satisfaction in squaring one's back, and fighting against it, and winning one's way forward in spite of it—at least, so I feel, when Harris and George are sculling and I am steering.

presero posto con un sospiro e con l'espressione tipica dei primi martiri cristiani quando cercavano di mettersi comodi contro il palo del supplizio.