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Only your friends steal your books
Only your friends steal your books
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.
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.
Choose an author as you choose a friend.
Choose an author as you choose a friend.
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!
The multitude of books is making us ignorant.
The multitude of books is making us ignorant.
I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.
I am not a speed reader. I am a speed understander.
Books serve to show a man that those original thoughts of his aren't very new after all
Books serve to show a man that those original thoughts of his aren't very new after all
The Bible remained for me a book of books, still divine -- but divine in the sense that all great read more
The Bible remained for me a book of books, still divine -- but divine in the sense that all great books are divine which teach men how to live righteously.
