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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.
Books serve to show a man that those original thoughts of his aren't very new after all
Books serve to show a man that those original thoughts of his aren't very new after all
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
Books are humanity in print.
Books are humanity in print.
The printing press is either the greatest blessing or the greatest curse of modern times, sometimes one forgets which it read more
The printing press is either the greatest blessing or the greatest curse of modern times, sometimes one forgets which it is.
The covers of this book are too far apart.
The covers of this book are too far apart.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed
with profit.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed
with profit.
Books are a finer world within the world.
Books are a finer world within the world.
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.
