The gingham dog and the calico cat, Side by side on the table sat

I cannot sing the old songs I sang long years ago, And yet I cannot say I’m sad That time hath changed us so, For when I used to sing those songs, My Papa blankety...

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.

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

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

He played the King as though under momentary apprehension that someone else was about to play the ace.

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;...

She is continuing a tradition

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

I’m being assessed for it. I get nothing, … I was told by the time I got my tax bill I would get water. My mistake was in not asking them what year.

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.

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

Listen to my tale of woe.

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

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

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

Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night / Sailed off in a wooden shoe – / Sailed on a river of crystal light, / Into a sea of dew.