Dress it as we may, feather it, daub it with gold, huzza it, and sing swaggering songs about it, what is war, nine times out of ten, but murder in uniform? – Douglas Jerrold
Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers’ gardens. – Douglas Jerrold
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 our own. – Douglas Jerrold
The ages of seven to eleven is a huge chunk of life, full of dulling and forgetting. It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder. – Leonard Cohen
She who makes her husband and her children happy, who reclaims the one from vice, and trains up the other to virtue, is a much greater character than the ladies described in romance, whose whole occupation is to murder mankind with shafts from their quiver or their eyes. – Oliver Goldsmith