Douglas William Jerrold

Douglas William
Jerrold
1803
1857

English Playwright, Editor, Humorist

Author Quotes

A creature undefiled by the taint of the world, unvexed by its injustice, unwearied by its hollow pleasures; a being fresh from the source of light, with something of its universal lustre in it. If childhood be this, how holy the duty to see that in its onward growth it shall be no other!

Earth is here [Australia] so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.

I never hear the rattling of dice that it does not sound to me like the funeral bell of the whole family.

Luck, mere luck may make even madness wisdom.

Quality, not quantity, is my measure.

The law is a pretty bird, and has charming wings. It would be quite a bird of paradise if it did not carry such a terrible bill.

Wedlock's like wine, not properly judged of till the second glass.

A man is in no danger so long as he talks his love; but to write it is to impale himself on his own pothooks.

Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she

If an earthquake were to engulf England tomorrow, the English would manage to meet and dine somewhere among the rubbish, just to celebrate the event.

Malice blunts the point of wit.

Reputations, like beavers and cloaks, shall last some people twice the time of others.

The life of the husbandman, - a life fed by the bounty of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven.

What a fine-looking thing is war!

A man never so beautifully shows his own strength as when he respects a woman's softness.

Etiquette has no regard for moral qualities.

If slander be a snake, it is a winged one--it flies as well as creeps.

Man owes two solemn debts--one to society, and one to-nature. It is only when he pays the second that he covers the first.

Rogues are prone to find things before they are lost.

The only athletic sport I ever mastered was backgammon.

What women would do if they could not cry, nobody knows. What poor, defenseless creatures they would be!

A man, so to speak, who is not able to bow to his own conscience every morning is hardly in a condition to respectfully salute the world at any other time of the day.

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.

If you tickle the earth with a hoe she laughs with a harvest.

Many a man who now lacks shoe-leather would wear golden spurs if knighthood were the reward of worth.

Author Picture
First Name
Douglas William
Last Name
Jerrold
Birth Date
1803
Death Date
1857
Bio

English Playwright, Editor, Humorist