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Every book is a children's book if the kid can read!

Every book is a children's book if the kid can read!

by Mitch Hedberg Found in: Books Quotes,
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Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time

Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time

by Edwin P. Whipple Found in: Books Quotes,
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Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a goode booke, kills reason it read more

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a goode booke, kills reason it selfe.

by John Milton Found in: Books Quotes,
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The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them.

The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them.

by Mark Twain Found in: Books Quotes,
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Every man is a volume if you know how to read him.

Every man is a volume if you know how to read him.

by William Ellery Channing Found in: Books Quotes,
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In the middle of the silence in a writer's house lies an invalid: the book being worked on.

In the middle of the silence in a writer's house lies an invalid: the book being worked on.

by Richard Eder Found in: Books Quotes,
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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.

by Elizabeth Hardwick Found in: Books Quotes,
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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.

by Groucho Marx Found in: Books Quotes,
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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.

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