He who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself.
There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.
All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned--the biggest word of all--look.
Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know.
Read much, but not many books.
...A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.
It was amazing how many books one could fit into a room, assuming one didn't want to move around very much.
One always has a better book in one's mind than one can manage to get onto paper.
A good book is the precious life-blood of the master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose for a life beyond.
Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.