He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time.

Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.

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.

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.

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.

He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time.