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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.
Books are like a mirror. If an ass looks in, you can't expect an angel to look out.
Books are like a mirror. If an ass looks in, you can't expect an angel to look out.
A library is thought in cold storage.
A library is thought in cold storage.
The newest books are those that never grow old.
The newest books are those that never grow old.
Book lovers will understand me, and they will know too that part of the pleasure of a library lies in read more
Book lovers will understand me, and they will know too that part of the pleasure of a library lies in its very existence
The pleasure of reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.
The pleasure of reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.
We get no good
By being ungenerous, even to a book,
And calculating profits--so much help
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We get no good
By being ungenerous, even to a book,
And calculating profits--so much help
By so much reading. It is rather when
We gloriously forget ourselves, and plunge
Soul-forward, headlong, into a book's profound,
Impassioned for its beauty, and salt of truth--
'Tis then we get the right good from a book.
What is reading, but silent conversation.
What is reading, but silent conversation.
