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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.
He that loveth a book will never want for a faithful friend, a wholesome counselor, a cheerful companion, an effectual read more
He that loveth a book will never want for a faithful friend, a wholesome counselor, a cheerful companion, an effectual comforter
Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a poor substitute for life.
Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a poor substitute for life.
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.
These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves.
These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves.
The great American novel has not only already been written, it has already been rejected.
The great American novel has not only already been written, it has already been rejected.
The Wise
(Minstrel or Sage,) out of their books are clay;
But in their books, as from read more
The Wise
(Minstrel or Sage,) out of their books are clay;
But in their books, as from their graves they rise.
Angels--that, side by side, upon our way,
Walk with and warn us!
Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind,
which are delivered down from generation to generation, read more
Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind,
which are delivered down from generation to generation, as
presents to the posterity of those who are yet unborn.
