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.

He that loveth a book will never want for a faithful friend, a wholesome counselor, a cheerful companion, an effectual read more

He that loveth a book will never want for a faithful friend, a wholesome counselor, a cheerful companion, an effectual comforter

Many people, myself among them, feel better at the mere sight of a book.

Many people, myself among them, feel better at the mere sight of a book.

We get no good
By being ungenerous, even to a book,
And calculating profits--so much help
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We get no good
By being ungenerous, even to a book,
And calculating profits--so much help
By so much reading. It is rather when
We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge
Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound,
Impassioned for its beauty, and salt of truth--
'Tis then we get the right good from a book.

People get nothing out of books but what they bring to them

People get nothing out of books but what they bring to them

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 covers of this book are too far apart.

The covers of this book are too far apart.

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

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

Never judge a book by its movie.

Never judge a book by its movie.