I love to lose myself in other men's minds.
When I am not walking, I am reading;
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I love to lose myself in other men's minds.
When I am not walking, I am reading;
I cannot sit and think. Books think for me.
- Charles Lamb (used pseudonym Elia),

If time is precious, no book that will not improve by repeated
readings deserves to be read at all.

If time is precious, no book that will not improve by repeated
readings deserves to be read at all.

Books have always a secret influence on the understanding; we
cannot at pleasure obliterate ideas: he that reads books read more

Books have always a secret influence on the understanding; we
cannot at pleasure obliterate ideas: he that reads books of
science, though without any desire fixed of improvement, will
grow more knowing; he that entertains himself with moral or
religious treatises, will imperceptibly advance in goodness; the
ideas which are often offered to the mind, will at last find a
lucky moment when it is disposed to receive them.

A person who won't read has no advantage over one who can't read.

A person who won't read has no advantage over one who can't read.

When you reread a classic, you do not see more in the book than you did before; you see more read more

When you reread a classic, you do not see more in the book than you did before; you see more in you than there was before

We have not read an author till we have seen his object, whatever
it may be, as he saw read more

We have not read an author till we have seen his object, whatever
it may be, as he saw it.

To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.

To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.

That he that readeth may run over it.
[Lat., Ut percurrat qui legerit eum.]

That he that readeth may run over it.
[Lat., Ut percurrat qui legerit eum.]

But truths on which depends our main concern,
That 'tis our shame and misery not to learn,
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But truths on which depends our main concern,
That 'tis our shame and misery not to learn,
Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a lustre he that runs may read.