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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 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."
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.
People get nothing out of books but what they bring to them
People get nothing out of books but what they bring to them
Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.
Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.
The pleasure of reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.
The pleasure of reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.
Books are delightful when prosperity happily smiles; when
adversity threatens, they are inseparable comforters. They give
strength to read more
Books are delightful when prosperity happily smiles; when
adversity threatens, they are inseparable comforters. They give
strength to human compacts, nor are grave opinions brought
forward without books. Arts and sciences, the benefits of which
no mind can calculate. depend upon books.
I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and read more
I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands
Books are a finer world within the world.
Books are a finer world within the world.
