Earth is here so kind, that just tickle her with a hoe and she laughs with a harvest.
Douglas William JerroldO this itch of the ear, that breaks out at the tongue! Were not curiosity so over-busy, detraction would soon be starved to death.
Douglas William JerroldSlugs crawl and crawl over our cabbages, like the world's slander over a good name. You may kill them, it is true; but there is the slime.
Douglas William JerroldReputations, like beavers and cloaks, shall last some people twice the time of others.
Douglas William JerroldA 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!
Douglas William Jerrold