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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.

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

You're miserable, edgy and tired. You're in the perfect mood for journalism.

All I know of heaven and all I know of death is in this park: an elegant universe in ceaseless motion, teeming with ruined ruins and screaming children.

I've learned that the only things we are in control of are the choices we make at any one given moment.

If you love a flower which happens to be on a star, it is sweet at night to gaze at the sky. All the stars are a riot of flowers.

God works in mysterious ways. Sometimes he uses anonymous people.

The grand leap of the whale up the Fall of Niagara is esteemed, by all who have seen it, as one of the finest spectacles in nature.

The baby dove into the room, transforming grotesquely as it landed on the floorin a deft sumersault

If the poet wants to be a poet, the poet must force the poet to revise. If the poet doesn't wish to revise, let the poet abandon poetry and take up stamp-collecting or real estate.

In the rotation of crops there was a recognized season for wild oats; but they were not sown more than once.

So many people suffer from abuse, and suffer alone.