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.

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.

The pleasure of reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.

The pleasure of reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.

Books are the blessed chloroform of the mind.

Books are the blessed chloroform of the mind.

I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.

I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.

The true University of these days is a Collection of Books.

The true University of these days is a Collection of Books.

Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books.

Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books.

Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.

Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few
to be chewed and digested.

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few
to be chewed and digested.