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.

It is easier to buy books than to read them, and easier to read them than to absorb them.

It is easier to buy books than to read them, and easier to read them than to absorb them.

That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where read more

That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where hourly I converse
With the old sages and philosophers;
And sometimes, for variety, I confer
With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels;
Calling their victories, if unjustly got,
Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy,
Deface their ill-placed statues.

The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over read more

The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over his library, "The medicines of the soul."

Some books leave us free and some books make us free.

Some books leave us free and some books make us free.

That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed
with profit.

That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed
with profit.

A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted. You should live several lives while reading it.

A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted. You should live several lives while reading 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.

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.