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Hark, the world so loud,
And they, the movers of the world, so still!
Hark, the world so loud,
And they, the movers of the world, so still!
He who studies books alone will know how things ought to be, and he who studies men will know how read more
He who studies books alone will know how things ought to be, and he who studies men will know how they are.
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.
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.
A book is the only immortality.
A book is the only immortality.
I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.
I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.
Books are humanity in print.
Books are humanity in print.
My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.
My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.
