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Books are not men and yet they stay alive.
Books are not men and yet they stay alive.
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.
Books! I dunno if I ever told you this, but books are the greatest gift one person can give another.
Books! I dunno if I ever told you this, but books are the greatest gift one person can give another.
Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind,
which are delivered down from generation to generation, read more
Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind,
which are delivered down from generation to generation, as
presents to the posterity of those who are yet unborn.
What is reading, but silent conversation.
What is reading, but silent conversation.
A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.
A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.
I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.
I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.
A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.
A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.
A book is a gift you can open again and again.
A book is a gift you can open again and again.
