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A book is a mirror: If an ass peers into it, you can't expect an apostle to look out.
A book is a mirror: If an ass peers into it, you can't expect an apostle to look out.
Our delight in any particular study, art, or science rises and improves in proportion to the application which we bestow read more
Our delight in any particular study, art, or science rises and improves in proportion to the application which we bestow upon it. Thus, what was at first an exercise becomes at length an entertainment.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
All books grow homilies by time; they are
Temples, at once, and Landmarks.
All books grow homilies by time; they are
Temples, at once, and Landmarks.
The proper study of mankind is books.
The proper study of mankind is books.
I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and read more
I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands
Worthy books
Are not companions--they are solitudes:
We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.
Worthy books
Are not companions--they are solitudes:
We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.
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.
Philosophy is a study that lets us be unhappy more intelligently
Philosophy is a study that lets us be unhappy more intelligently
