No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over. Eugene Field More Quotes by Eugene Field More Quotes From Eugene Field 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. Eugene Field reading practice book Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes. Eugene Field perfume air book 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. Eugene Field cheer book years Let my temptation be a book. Eugene Field temptation inspirational book But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese. Eugene Field blessed food night Let my temptation be a book, which I shall purchase, hold and keep. Eugene Field temptation book Some statesmen go to Congress and some go to jail. It is the same thing, after all. Eugene Field statesmen congress jail Ideas came with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the other. Eugene Field pendulums birth ideas 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 changt my mind, an' now proclaim That luck's a kind uv science--same as any other game. Eugene Field games years thinking 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. Eugene Field smell smoking men 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 Eugene Field wings joy heaven The best of all physiciansIs apple pie and cheese! Eugene Field apples pie apple-pie When I demanded of my friend what viands he preferred, Eugene Field wine hot bird 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 street and down the street, And across and over the town, I'd search and find them everyone, Before the sun went down. Eugene Field girl christmas boys 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. Eugene Field drinking boys fall Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellows call me Bill!. Eugene Field mother names father He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time. Eugene Field sarcastic baby mean A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet. Eugene Field sausage poetry men 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. Verily, this is the most unselfish of loves! Eugene Field passion men book Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace. Eugene Field kings fear play
