The biggest fish he ever caught were those that got away.
No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.
Not so, however, with books, for books cannot change. A thousand years hence they are what you find them to-day, speaking the same words, holding forth the same cheer, the same promise, the same comfort; always constant, laughing with those who laugh and weeping with those who weep.
But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.
Let my temptation be a book, which I shall purchase, hold and keep.
Let my temptation be a book.
Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.
What smells so? Has somebody been burning a Rag, or is there a Dead Mule in the Back yard? No, the Man is Smoking a Five-Cent Cigar.
I never lost a little fish – Yes, I’m free to say. It always was the biggest fish I caught, that got away.
I’d like a stocking made for a giant, And a meeting house full of toys, Then I’d go out in a happy hunt For the poor little girls and boys; Up the street and down the street, And across and over the town, I’d search and find them everyone, Before the sun went down.
How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.
Some statesmen go to Congress and some go to jail. It is the same thing, after all.
Ideas came with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the other.
A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.
He is so mean, he won’t let his little baby have more than one measle at a time.
Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace.
But he who truly loves books loves all books alike, and not only this, but it grieves him that all other men do not share with him this noble passion. Verily, this is the most unselfish of loves!
Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.
All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven’t got it.
The best of all physiciansIs apple pie and cheese!