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Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
Book lovers will understand me, and they will know too that part of the pleasure of a library lies in read more
Book lovers will understand me, and they will know too that part of the pleasure of a library lies in its very existence
The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over read more
The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over his library, "The medicines of the soul."
Books are delightful when prosperity happily smiles; when
adversity threatens, they are inseparable comforters. They give
strength to read more
Books are delightful when prosperity happily smiles; when
adversity threatens, they are inseparable comforters. They give
strength to human compacts, nor are grave opinions brought
forward without books. Arts and sciences, the benefits of which
no mind can calculate. depend upon books.
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends and the most patient of teachers.
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends and the most patient of teachers.
Read the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read them all
Read the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read them all
He that loveth a book will never want for a faithful friend, a wholesome counselor, a cheerful companion, an effectual read more
He that loveth a book will never want for a faithful friend, a wholesome counselor, a cheerful companion, an effectual comforter
Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in read more
Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret room
Piled high with cases in my father's name;
Piled high, packed large,--where, creeping in and out
Among the giant fossils of my past,
Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs
Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there
At this or that box, pulling through the gap,
In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,
The first book first. And how I felt it beat
Under my pillow, in the morning's dark,
An hour before the sun would let me read!
My books!
At last, because the time was ripe,
I chanced upon the poets.
