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He who studies books alone will know how things ought to be, and he who studies men will know how read more
He who studies books alone will know how things ought to be, and he who studies men will know how they are.
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.
The profit of books is according to the sensibility of the reader. The profoundest thought or passion sleeps as in read more
The profit of books is according to the sensibility of the reader. The profoundest thought or passion sleeps as in a mine, until an equal mind and heart finds and publishes it.
Books had instant replay long before televised sports.
Books had instant replay long before televised sports.
A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted. You should live several lives while reading it.
A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted. You should live several lives while reading it.
A book is a gift you can open again and again.
A book is a gift you can open again and again.
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
And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many
books there is no end: and much study read more
And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many
books there is no end: and much study is a weariness of the
flesh.
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.
