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We call some books immortal! Do they live?
If so, believe me, Time hath made them pure.
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We call some books immortal! Do they live?
If so, believe me, Time hath made them pure.
In Books, the veriest wicked rest in peace.
Books open your mind, broaden your mind, and strengthen you as nothing else can
Books open your mind, broaden your mind, and strengthen you as nothing else can
If there's a book you really want to read but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it
If there's a book you really want to read but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it
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.
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.
Books like friends, should be few and well-chosen.
Books like friends, should be few and well-chosen.
Book lovers will understand me, and they will know too that part of the pleasure of a library lies in read more
Book lovers will understand me, and they will know too that part of the pleasure of a library lies in its very existence
The proper study of mankind is books.
The proper study of mankind is books.
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!
