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!
Douglas William JerroldA man is in no danger so long as he talks his love; but to write it is to impale himself on his own pothooks.
Douglas William JerroldI never hear the rattling of dice that it does not sound to me like the funeral bell of the whole family.
Douglas William Jerrold