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.

In you are sent
The types of Truths whose life is The To Come;
In you soars read more

In you are sent
The types of Truths whose life is The To Come;
In you soars up the Adam from the fall;
In you the Future as the Past is given--
Ev'n in our death ye bid us hail our birth;--
Unfold these pages, and behold the Heaven,
Without one grave-stone left upon the Earth.

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.

For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason read more

For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.

A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.

A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body.

We shouldn't teach great books; we should teach a love of reading.

We shouldn't teach great books; we should teach a love of reading.

That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed
with profit.

That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed
with profit.

A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.

A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.

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