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

Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.

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

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

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!

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.