It was a little four-roomed cottage where the boy lived, and his mother—good soul!—gave us hot bacon for supper, and we ate it all—five pounds—and a jam tart afterwards, and two pots of tea, and then we went to bed. – Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog), 1889
Mirth is Gods medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it. Grim care, moroseness, anxiety–all this rust of life–ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. – Henry Ward Beecher
Mothers always find ways to fit in the work – but then when youre working, you feel that you should be spending time with your children and then when youre with your children, youre thinking about working. – Alice Hoffman
