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 Copy Share Image
A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet. — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over. — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
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… — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, - Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of… — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed ... No book can be appreciated until it has… — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
There is a glorious candor in an honest quart of wine, A certain inspitation which I cannot well define. — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace. — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up… — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
Ideas came with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the… — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
