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Never judge a book by its movie.
Never judge a book by its movie.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
Books are not men and yet they stay alive.
Books are not men and yet they stay alive.
A novel is never anything, but a philosophy put into images.
A novel is never anything, but a philosophy put into images.
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.
A dose of poison can do its work but once. A bad book can go on poisoning minds for generations.
A dose of poison can do its work but once. A bad book can go on poisoning minds for generations.
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.
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.
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.
