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The Wise
(Minstrel or Sage,) out of their books are clay;
But in their books, as from read more
The Wise
(Minstrel or Sage,) out of their books are clay;
But in their books, as from their graves they rise.
Angels--that, side by side, upon our way,
Walk with and warn us!
An art book is a museum without walls.
An art book is a museum without walls.
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.
Some books leave us free and some books make us free.
Some books leave us free and some books make us free.
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.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed in profit.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed in profit.
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 always read the last page of a book first so that if I die before I finish I'll know read more
I always read the last page of a book first so that if I die before I finish I'll know how it turned out.
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.
