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

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

Ideas came with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the other.

Let my temptation be a book, which I shall purchase, hold and keep.

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.

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

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.