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

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.

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.

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

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

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

Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.