I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and read more

I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought.

Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought.

The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over read more

The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over his library, "The medicines of the soul."

Choose an author as you choose a friend.

Choose an author as you choose a friend.

Books were my pass to personal freedom. I learned to read at age three, and soon discovered there was a read more

Books were my pass to personal freedom. I learned to read at age three, and soon discovered there was a whole world to conquer that went beyond our farm in Mississippi.

That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where read more

That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where hourly I converse
With the old sages and philosophers;
And sometimes, for variety, I confer
With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels;
Calling their victories, if unjustly got,
Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy,
Deface their ill-placed statues.

A book might be written on the injustice of the just.

A book might be written on the injustice of the just.

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a goode booke, kills reason it read more

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a goode booke, kills reason it selfe.

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.