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.

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

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.

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

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

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