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.

If I have not read a book before, it is, for all intents and purposes, new to me whether it read more

If I have not read a book before, it is, for all intents and purposes, new to me whether it was printed yesterday or three hundred years ago.

A man of one book.
[Lat., Homo unius libri.]

A man of one book.
[Lat., Homo unius libri.]

A book is a mirror: If an ass peers into it, you can't expect an apostle to look out.

A book is a mirror: If an ass peers into it, you can't expect an apostle to look out.

Men do not understand books until they have a certain amount of life, or at any rate no man understands read more

Men do not understand books until they have a certain amount of life, or at any rate no man understands a deep book, until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.

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.

Laws die, Books never.

Laws die, Books never.

Books are the blessed chloroform of the mind.

Books are the blessed chloroform of the mind.

The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over read more

The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over his library, "The medicines of the soul."