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I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and read more
I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands
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.
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.
A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted. You should live several lives while reading it.
A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted. You should live several lives while reading it.
A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.
We call some books immortal! Do they live?
If so, believe me, Time hath made them pure.
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We call some books immortal! Do they live?
If so, believe me, Time hath made them pure.
In Books, the veriest wicked rest in peace.
Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.
Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.
The proper study of mankind is books.
The proper study of mankind is 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.
