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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.
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.
Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind,
which are delivered down from generation to generation, read more
Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind,
which are delivered down from generation to generation, as
presents to the posterity of those who are yet unborn.
The printing press is either the greatest blessing or the greatest curse of modern times, sometimes one forgets which it read more
The printing press is either the greatest blessing or the greatest curse of modern times, sometimes one forgets which it is.
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought.
Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought.
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 newest books are those that never grow old.
The newest books are those that never grow old.
