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The great American novel has not only already been written, it has already been rejected.
The great American novel has not only already been written, it has already been rejected.
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.
The Bible remained for me a book of books, still divine -- but divine in the sense that all great read more
The Bible remained for me a book of books, still divine -- but divine in the sense that all great books are divine which teach men how to live righteously.
Books are not men and yet they stay alive.
Books are not men and yet they stay alive.
Readers are plentiful: thinkers are rare.
Readers are plentiful: thinkers are rare.
You, O Books, are the golden vessels of the temple, the arms of
the clerical militia with which the read more
You, O Books, are the golden vessels of the temple, the arms of
the clerical militia with which the missiles of the most wicked
are destroyed; fruitful olives, vines of Engaddi, fig-trees
knowing no sterility; burning lamps to be ever held in the hand.
A room without books is like a body without a soul.
A room without books is like a body without a soul.
Some books are to be tasted; others swallowed; and some to be chewed and digested.
Some books are to be tasted; others swallowed; and some to be chewed and digested.
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.
