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.

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

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

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

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.

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