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Think of the man who first tried German sausage.
Jerome K. Jerome
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Jerome K. Jerome
Age: 67 †
Born: 1859
Born: August 25
Died: 1927
Died: June 16
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Jerome Klapka Jerome
Jerome Klapta Jerome
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It is in our faults and failings, not in our virtues, that we touch one another and find sympathy. We differ widely enough in our nobler qualities. It is in our follies that we are at one.
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I like work it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.
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A new life begins for us with every second. Let us go forward joyously to meet it. We must press on, whether we will or not, and we shall walk better with our eyes before us than with them ever cast behind.
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Idling has always been my strong point.
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Contented, unambitious people are all very well in their way. They form a neat, useful background for great portraits to be painted against, and they make a respectable, if not particularly intelligent, audience for the active spirits of the age to play before. I have not a word to say against contented people so long as they keep quiet.
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Eat good dinners and drink good wine read good novels if you have the leisure and see good plays fall in love, if there is no reason why you should not fall in love but do not pore over influenza statistics.
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A good woman's arms round a man's neck is a lifebelt thrown out to him from heaven.
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All is vanity and everybody's vain. Women are terribly vain. So are men - more so, if possible.
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Life is a thing to be lived, not spent to be faced, not ordered. Life is not a game of chess, the victory to the most knowing it is a game of cards, one's hand by skill to be made the best of.
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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.
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Love is like the measles we all have to go through it.
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Weather in towns is like a skylark in a counting-house-out of place and in the way.
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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.
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Truth and fact are old-fashioned and out-of-date, my friends, fit only for the dull and vulgar to live by. Appearance, not reality, is what the clever dog grasps at in these clever days. We spurn the dull-brown solid earth we build our lives and homes in the fair-seeming rainbow-land of shadow and chimera.
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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.
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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.
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Evil thought is a dangerous pet. It is safer to play with it from behind the iron bars of circumstance.
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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!
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Opportunities flit by while we sit regretting the chances we have lost, and the happiness that comes to us we heed not, because of the happiness that is gone.
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I love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet ... the evenings in late autumn time, when the white mist creeps across the fields, making it seem as though old Earth, feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, were drawing ghostly bedclothes round its withered limbs.
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