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One can live with the thought of one's own death. It is the thought of the death of the words read more
One can live with the thought of one's own death. It is the thought of the death of the words and books that is terrifying for that is the deeper extinction.
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them.
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them.
The book you don't read can't help
The book you don't read can't help
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.
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.
All books grow homilies by time; they are
Temples, at once, and Landmarks.
All books grow homilies by time; they are
Temples, at once, and Landmarks.
For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason read more
For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.
You, O Books, are the golden vessels of the temple, the arms of
the clerical militia with which the read more
You, O Books, are the golden vessels of the temple, the arms of
the clerical militia with which the missiles of the most wicked
are destroyed; fruitful olives, vines of Engaddi, fig-trees
knowing no sterility; burning lamps to be ever held in the hand.
Worthy books
Are not companions--they are solitudes:
We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.
Worthy books
Are not companions--they are solitudes:
We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.