Father Calls Me William, Sister

A Mighty Good Sausage Stuffer Was Spoiled When The Man Became A Poet.

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 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.

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.