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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.
A man of one book.
[Lat., Homo unius libri.]
A man of one book.
[Lat., Homo unius libri.]
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.
Books are like a mirror. If an ass looks in, you can't expect an angel to look out.
Books are like a mirror. If an ass looks in, you can't expect an angel to look out.
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.
Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.
Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.
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.
Once we have learned to read, meaning of words can somehow register without consciousness.
Once we have learned to read, meaning of words can somehow register without consciousness.
