I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me.
Jerome K. JeromeWe are but the veriest, sorriest slaves of our stomach. Reach not after morality and righteousness, my friends; watch vigilantly your stomach, and diet it with care and judgment.
Jerome K. JeromeI love the chill October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet ... the evenings in late autumn time, when the white mist creeps across the fields, making it seem as though old Earth, feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, were drawing ghostly bedclothes round its withered limbs.
Jerome K. Jerome