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That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed in profit.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed in profit.
The greatest gift is the passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you read more
The greatest gift is the passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. It is a moral illumination.
A man of one book.
[Lat., Homo unius libri.]
A man of one book.
[Lat., Homo unius libri.]
Every book is a children's book if the kid can read!
Every book is a children's book if the kid can read!
That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where read more
That place that does contain
My books, the best companions, is to me
A glorious court, where hourly I converse
With the old sages and philosophers;
And sometimes, for variety, I confer
With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels;
Calling their victories, if unjustly got,
Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy,
Deface their ill-placed statues.
Books give not wisdom where none was before. But where some is, there reading makes it more.
Books give not wisdom where none was before. But where some is, there reading makes it more.
But the images of men's wits and knowledges remain in books,
exempted from the wrong of time, and capable read more
But the images of men's wits and knowledges remain in books,
exempted from the wrong of time, and capable of perpetual
renovation.
Some books leave us free and some books make us free.
Some books leave us free and some books make us free.
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.
