Weather in towns is like a skylark in a counting-house-out of place and in the way. Jerome K. Jerome More Quotes by Jerome K. Jerome More Quotes From Jerome K. Jerome In the church is a memorial to Mrs. Sarah Hill, who bequeathed 1 pound annually, to be divided at Easter, between two boys and two girls who "have never been undutiful to their parents; who have never been known to swear or to tell untruths, to steal, or to break windows." Fancy giving up all that for five shillings a year! It is not worth it! Jerome K. Jerome giving-up girl easter Nature, always inartistic, takes pleasure in creating the impossible. Jerome K. Jerome creating nature impossible Cheese, like oil, makes too much of itself. Jerome K. Jerome cheese oil too-much Five thousand people in one society might do something, but five thousand societies of one member each would be a holy trouble. Jerome K. Jerome would-be might people I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet. Jerome K. Jerome october feet lying Among all nations there should be vast temples raised where people might worship in silence and listen to it, for it is the voice of God Jerome K. Jerome voice silence people Angels may be very excellent sort of folk in their way, but we, poor mortals, in our present state, would probably find them precious slow company. Jerome K. Jerome angel may way When a man or woman loves to brood over a sorrow and takes care to keep it green in their memory, you may be sure it is no longer a pain to them. Jerome K. Jerome pain love memories 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. Jerome K. Jerome fire love funny It's really extraordinary what a variety of ways of loving there must be. We all do it as it was never done before. Jerome K. Jerome done love funny (Speaking of the Cistercian monks) A grim fraternity, passing grim lives in that sweet spot, that God had made so bright! Strange that Nature's voices all around them--the soft singing of the waters, the wisperings of the river grass, the music of the rushing wind--should not have taught them a truer meaning of life than this. They listened there, through the long days, in silence, waiting for a voice from heaven; and all day long and through the solemn night it spoke to them in myriad tones, and they heard it not. Jerome K. Jerome sweet wind night I like work it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. I love to keep it by me the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart. Jerome K. Jerome Angels may be very excellent sort of folk in their own way, but we, poor mortals in our present state, would probably find them precious slow company. Jerome K. Jerome It is impossible to enjoy idling unless there is plenty of work to do. Jerome K. Jerome It is in our faults and failings, not in our virtues, that we touch each other, and find sympathy. It is in our follies that we are one. Jerome K. Jerome We drink one another's health and spoil our own. Jerome K. Jerome own spoil drink health 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. Jerome K. Jerome mother-in-law down everything man A loud noise at one end and no sense of responsibility at the other. Jerome K. Jerome no-sense end responsibility noise
