Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellows call me Bill!..

The best of all physiciansIs apple pie and cheese!.

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

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

But he who truly loves books loves all books alike, and not only this, but it grieves him that all other men do not share with him this noble passion….

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

I'd like a stocking made for a giant, And a meeting house full of toys, Then I'd go out in a happy hunt For the poor little girls and boys; Up the st….

Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe; Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew. "Where are you going and….

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

Some statesmen go to Congress and some go to jail. It is the same thing, after all..

Ideas came with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the oth….

Used to think that luck wuz luck and nuthin' else but luck-- It made no diff'rence how or when or where or why it struck; But sev'ral years ago I cha….

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 for….

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

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

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..

How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall..

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.

Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes..

When I demanded of my friend what viands he preferred, He quoth: "A large cold bottle, and a small hot bird!".