Laws die, Books never.

Laws die, Books never.

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.

The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame.

The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame.

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.

In you are sent
The types of Truths whose life is The To Come;
In you soars read more

In you are sent
The types of Truths whose life is The To Come;
In you soars up the Adam from the fall;
In you the Future as the Past is given--
Ev'n in our death ye bid us hail our birth;--
Unfold these pages, and behold the Heaven,
Without one grave-stone left upon the Earth.

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.

Books were my pass to personal freedom. I learned to read at age three, and soon discovered there was a read more

Books were my pass to personal freedom. I learned to read at age three, and soon discovered there was a whole world to conquer that went beyond our farm in Mississippi.

Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.

Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.

And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many
books there is no end: and much study read more

And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many
books there is no end: and much study is a weariness of the
flesh.