Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.
He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time.
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.
Let my temptation be a book.
No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.
But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.