Not so, however, with books, for books cannot change. A thousand years hence they are what you find them to-day, speaking the same words, holding forth the same cheer, the same promise, the same comfort; always constant, laughing with those who laugh and weeping with those who weep.
Eugene FieldAll 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
Eugene FieldMr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace.
Eugene Field