Douglas William Jerrold (London 3 January 1803 – 8 June 1857 London) was an English dramatist and writer.
Luck, mere luck may make even madness wisdom.
What women would do if they could not cry, nobody knows. What poor, defenceless creatures they would be!
Even the worse of jobs has their pleasures, if I were a grave digger or a hangmen, there are some people I could work for with a great deal of enjoyment.
The sharp employ the sharp.
After all there is something about a wedding-gown prettier than in any other gown in the world.
A piece of simple goodness--a letter gushing from the heart; a beautiful unstudied vindication of the worth and untiring sweetness of human nature--a record of the invulnerability of man, armed with high purpose, sanctified by truth.
Marriage is like wine. It is not be properly judged until the second glass.
Quality, not quantity, is my measure.
That questionable superfluity small beer.
Etiquette has no regard for moral qualities.
Malice blunts the point of wit.
We are all slaves to the shining metal.
If slander be a snake, it is a winged one - it flies as well as creeps.
Nature designed us to be of good cheer.
He was so benevolent, so merciful a man that, in his mistaken passion, he would have held an umbrella over a duck in a shower of rain.
Wit, like money, bears an extra value when rung down immediately it is wanted. Men pay severely who require credit.
A blessed companion is a book--a book that, fitly chosen, is a lifelong friend. . . a book that, at a touch, pours its heart into your own.
There are some people as obtuse in recognizing an argument as they are in appreciating wit. You couldn't drive it into their heads with a hammer.
Patience is the strongest of strong drinks; for it kills the giant despair.
Grumblers deserve to be operated upon surgically; their trouble is usually chronic.