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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 read more
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.
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them.
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them.
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.
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.
Any book that helps a child to form a habit of reading, to make reading one of his deep and read more
Any book that helps a child to form a habit of reading, to make reading one of his deep and continuing needs, is good for him.
A book is a gift you can open again and again.
A book is a gift you can open again and again.
Worthy books
Are not companions--they are solitudes:
We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.
Worthy books
Are not companions--they are solitudes:
We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.
You, O Books, are the golden vessels of the temple, the arms of
the clerical militia with which the read more
You, O Books, are the golden vessels of the temple, the arms of
the clerical militia with which the missiles of the most wicked
are destroyed; fruitful olives, vines of Engaddi, fig-trees
knowing no sterility; burning lamps to be ever held in the hand.
