Eugene Field Quotes

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.

Let my temptation be a book.

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.

He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time.

No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.

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.

Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.

Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe; Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew. "Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the three. "We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea. Nets of silver and gold have we," said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.

Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.

All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed ... No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.

I never lost a little fish - Yes, I'm free to say. It always was the biggest fish I caught, that got away.

A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.

Let my temptation be a book, which I shall purchase, hold and keep.

The biggest fish he ever caught were those that got away.

But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.

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!

Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace.

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