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    A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted. You should live several lives while reading it.

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Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.

Wherever they burn books they will also, in the end, burn human beings.

by Heinrich Heine Found in: Books Quotes,
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The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as read more

The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.

by John Greenleaf Whittier Found in: Books Quotes,
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A library is thought in cold storage.

A library is thought in cold storage.

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Medicine for the soul.

Medicine for the soul.

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What is reading, but silent conversation.

What is reading, but silent conversation.

by Walter Savage Landor Found in: Books Quotes,
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Read the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read them all

Read the best books first, or you may not have a chance to read them all

by Henry David Thoreau Found in: Books Quotes,
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A book is a gift you can open again and again.

A book is a gift you can open again and again.

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The books that help you the most are those which make you think the most.

The books that help you the most are those which make you think the most.

by Theodore Parker Found in: Books Quotes,
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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.

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