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.

The biggest fish he ever caught were those 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.

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

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.

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