Occupation: Writer Birth: September 2, 1850 Death: November 4, 1895
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..
Let my temptation be a book..
When I demanded of my friend what viands he preferred, He quoth: "A large cold bottle, and a small hot bird!".
The biggest fish he ever caught were those that got away..
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….
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.
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….
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..
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellows call me Bill!..
I never lost a little fish - Yes, I'm free to say. It always was the biggest fish I caught, that got away..
Let my temptation be a book, which I shall purchase, hold and keep..
The best of all physiciansIs apple pie and cheese!.
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….
A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet..
He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time..
Some statesmen go to Congress and some go to jail. It is the same thing, after all..
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, - Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew..
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….
Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes..