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I love to lose myself in other men's minds.
When I am not walking, I am reading;
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I love to lose myself in other men's minds.
When I am not walking, I am reading;
I cannot sit and think. Books think for me.
- Charles Lamb (used pseudonym Elia),
And the Lord answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it
plain upon tables, that he may read more
And the Lord answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it
plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.
The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.
The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.
Reading is to the mind, what exercise is to the body. As by the
one, health is preserved, strengthened, read more
Reading is to the mind, what exercise is to the body. As by the
one, health is preserved, strengthened, and invigorated: by the
other, virtue (which is the health of the mind) is kept alive,
cherished, and confirmed.
A home without books is a body without soul.
A home without books is a body without soul.
The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll read more
The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.
I like to be beholden to the great metropolitan English speech,
the sea which receives tributaries from every region read more
I like to be beholden to the great metropolitan English speech,
the sea which receives tributaries from every region under
heaven. I should as soon think of swimming across the Charles
river when I wish to go to Boston, as of reading all my books in
originals, when I have them rendered for me in my mother tongue.
The delight of opening a new pursuit, or a new course of reading,
imparts the vivacity and novelty of read more
The delight of opening a new pursuit, or a new course of reading,
imparts the vivacity and novelty of youth even to old age.
Night after night,
He sat and bleared his eyes with books.
Night after night,
He sat and bleared his eyes with books.