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A room without books is like a body without a soul.
A room without books is like a body without a soul.
The Bible remained for me a book of books, still divine -- but divine in the sense that all great read more
The Bible remained for me a book of books, still divine -- but divine in the sense that all great books are divine which teach men how to live righteously.
But the images of men's wits and knowledges remain in books,
exempted from the wrong of time, and capable read more
But the images of men's wits and knowledges remain in books,
exempted from the wrong of time, and capable of perpetual
renovation.
The book you don't read can't help
The book you don't read can't help
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.
Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.
Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.
Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations.
Books are the treasured wealth of the world and the fit inheritance of generations and nations.
If I have not read a book before, it is, for all intents and purposes, new to me whether it read more
If I have not read a book before, it is, for all intents and purposes, new to me whether it was printed yesterday or three hundred years ago.
The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as read more
The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.
