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

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

Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.

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.

Let my temptation be a book.

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