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A room without books is like a body without a soul.
A room without books is like a body without a soul.
The multitude of books is making us ignorant.
The multitude of books is making us ignorant.
A library is thought in cold storage.
A library is thought in cold storage.
The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame.
The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame.
People read books and they find a new world that can change their lives.
People read books and they find a new world that can change their lives.
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, 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.
Ideally a book would have no order to it, and the reader would have to discover his own.
Ideally a book would have no order to it, and the reader would have to discover his own.
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.
