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    If a book is really good, it deserves to be read again, and if it's great, it should be read at least three times.

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Books give not wisdom where none was before. But where some is, there reading makes it more.

Books give not wisdom where none was before. But where some is, there reading makes it more.

by Elizabeth Hardwick Found in: Books Quotes,
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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.

by Amos Bronson Alcott Found in: Books Quotes,
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Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

by Harper Lee Found in: Books Quotes,
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A book might be written on the injustice of the just.

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

by Anthony Hope Found in: Books Quotes,
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Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books.

Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books.

by Francis Bacon Found in: Books Quotes,
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If a law were passed giving six months to every writer of a first book, only the good ones would read more

If a law were passed giving six months to every writer of a first book, only the good ones would do it.

by Bertrand Russell 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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That is a good book which is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit.

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

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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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