No Book Can Be Appreciated Until It

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

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.

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.

When I Demanded Of My Friend What Viands He Preferred, He Quoth: "a Large Cold Bottle, And A Small Hot Bird!"