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.

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!

A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.

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

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

The biggest fish he ever caught were those that got away.