Jerome Klapka Jerome (2 May 1859 – 14 June 1927) was an English writer and humourist, best known for the comic travelogue Three Men in a Boat (1889).
Too much of anything is a mistake, as the man said when his wife presented him with four new healthy children in one day. We should practice moderation in all matters.
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!
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.
Weather in towns is like a skylark in a counting-house-out of place and in the way.
Man, if he would live, must worship. He looks around, and what to him, within the vision of his life, is the greatest and the best, that he falls down and does reverence to.
Idling has always been my strong point.
A boy's muscles move quicker than his thoughts.
What readers ask nowadays in a book is that it should improve, instruct and elevate. This book wouldn't elevate a cow. I cannot conscientiously recommend it for any useful purposes whatever. All I can suggest is that when you get tired of reading "the best hundred books," you may take this for half an hour. It will be a change.
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.
What I am looking for is a blessing not in disguise.
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.
The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him. He is able, to a certain extent, to communicate his misery. He frightens other people as much as they frighten him. He acts like a damper upon the whole room, and the most jovial spirits become, in his presence, depressed and nervous.
Cheese, like oil, makes too much of itself.
We shall never be content until each man makes his own weather and keeps it to himself.
I could not conjure up one melancholy fancy upon a mutton chop and a glass of champagne.
I should never make anything of a fisherman. I had not got sufficient imagination
Being poor is a mere trifle. It is being known to be poor that is the sting.
The shy man does have some slight revenge upon society for the torture it inflicts upon him.
Nature, always inartistic, takes pleasure in creating the impossible.
I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me.