Eugene Field

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.

He played the King as though under momentary apprehension that someone else was about to play the ace.

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.

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

The biggest fish he ever caught were those that got away.