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Some books leave us free and some books make us free.
Some books leave us free and some books make us free.
One can live with the thought of one's own death. It is the thought of the death of the words read more
One can live with the thought of one's own death. It is the thought of the death of the words and books that is terrifying for that is the deeper extinction.
The proper study of mankind is books.
The proper study of mankind is books.
Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind,
which are delivered down from generation to generation, read more
Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind,
which are delivered down from generation to generation, as
presents to the posterity of those who are yet unborn.
My books are water; those of the great geniuses are wine -- everybody drinks water.
My books are water; those of the great geniuses are wine -- everybody drinks water.
Books like friends, should be few and well-chosen.
Books like friends, should be few and well-chosen.
A book is a mirror: If an ass peers into it, you can't expect an apostle to look out.
A book is a mirror: If an ass peers into it, you can't expect an apostle to look out.
The profit of books is according to the sensibility of the reader. The profoundest thought or passion sleeps as in read more
The profit of books is according to the sensibility of the reader. The profoundest thought or passion sleeps as in a mine, until an equal mind and heart finds and publishes 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.
