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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.
A dose of poison can do its work but once. A bad book can go on poisoning minds for generations.
A dose of poison can do its work but once. A bad book can go on poisoning minds for generations.
Oh that my words were now written! on that they were printed in
a book!
Oh that my words were now written! on that they were printed in
a book!
The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over read more
The books we read should be chosen with great care, that they may be, as an Egyptian king wrote over his library, "The medicines of the soul."
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.
Outside of a dog, a man's best friend is a book. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.
Outside of a dog, a man's best friend is a book. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.
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.
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
