Best 26 quotes of Eugene Field on MyQuotes

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

A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.

Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.

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!

But I, when I undress me Each night, upon my knees Will ask the Lord to bless me With apple-pie and cheese.

Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellows call me Bill!.

Have you an unexpurgated copy of Hannah More's 'Letters to a Village Maiden'?

He is so mean, he won't let his little baby have more than one measle at a time.

Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace.

No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.

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.

Some statesmen go to Congress and some go to jail. It is the same thing, after all.

The best of all physiciansIs apple pie and cheese!

There is a glorious candor in an honest quart of wine, A certain inspitation which I cannot well define.

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.

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.

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

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 what do you wish?" the old moon asked the three. "We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea. Nets of silver and gold have we," said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, - Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew.