No Book Can Be Appreciated Until It

But I, When I Undress Me Each Night, Upon My Knees Will Ask The Lord To Bless Me With Apple-pie And Cheese.

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!

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.

Books Do Actually Consume Air And Exhale Perfumes.

Father Calls Me William, Sister Calls Me Will, Mother Calls Me Willie, But The Fellows Call Me Bill!.