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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),
Our high respect for a well-read man is praise enough for
literature.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson,
Our high respect for a well-read man is praise enough for
literature.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson,
The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.
The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.
A home without books is a body without soul.
A home without books is a body without soul.
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.
And the Lord answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it
plain upon tables, that he may read more
And the Lord answered me, and said, Write the vision, and make it
plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.
My early and invincible love of reading, . . . I would not
exchange for the treasures of India.
My early and invincible love of reading, . . . I would not
exchange for the treasures of India.
In science, read, by preference, the newest works; in literature,
the oldest. The classic literature is always modern.
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In science, read, by preference, the newest works; in literature,
the oldest. The classic literature is always modern.
- Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, first Baron Lytton,
Night after night,
He sat and bleared his eyes with books.
Night after night,
He sat and bleared his eyes with books.