Let my temptation be a book.

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.

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

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

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!