I 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. JeromeNothing is more beautiful than the love that has weathered the storms of life. The love of the young for the young, that is the beginning of life. But the love of the old for the old, that is the beginning of things longer.
Jerome K. JeromeFive thousand people in one society might do something, but five thousand societies of one member each would be a holy trouble.
Jerome K. JeromeWeather in towns is like a skylark in a counting-house-out of place and in the way.
Jerome K. Jerome