Quotes from Jerome K. Jerome

What I am looking for is a blessing not in disguise.

There are many families where the whole interest of life is centered upon the dog.

Life works upon a compensating balance, and the happiness we gain in one direction we lose in another.

There is no fun in doing nothing when you have nothing to do. Wasting time is merely an occupation then, and a most exhausting one.

It is only the first baby that takes up the whole of a woman's time.Five or six do not require nearly so much attention as one.

It is always the best policy to speak the truth, unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar.

We like, we cherish, we are very, very fond of—but we never love again.

Love is too pure a light to burn long among the noisome gases that we breathe, but before it is choked out we may use it as a torch to ignite the cozy fire of affection.

It's really extraordinary what a variety of ways of loving there must be. We all do it as it was never done before.

I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet.

Love is woman's business,and in "business" we all lay aside our natural weaknesses.

I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed.

Fox-terriers are born with about four times as much original sin in them as other dogs.

Let your boat of life be light, packed only with what you need-a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends worth the name, someone to love and to love you, a cat, a dog, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink, for thirst is a dangerous thing.

There are the goods; if you want them, you can have them. If you do not want them, they would almost rather that you did not come and talk about them.

But there, everything has its drawbacks, as the man said when his mother-in-law died, and they came down upon him for the funeral expenses.

It is easy enough to say that poverty is no crime. No, if it were, men wouldn't be ashamed of it. It's a blunder, though, and is punished as such.

It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do.

We drink one another's health and spoil our own.

Splendid cheeses they were, ripe and mellow, and with a two hundred horse-power scent about them that might have been warranted to carry three miles, and knock a man over at two hundred yards.

A good woman's arms round a man's neck is a lifebelt thrown out to him from heaven.

The odour of Burgundy, and the smell of French sauces, and the sight of clean napkins and long loaves, knocked as a very welcome visitor at the door of our inner man.

It is easy enough to say that poverty is no crime. No; if it were men wouldn't be ashamed of it. It is a blunder, though, and is punished as such. A poor man is despised the whole world over.

There is no fun in doing nothing when you have nothing to do.