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.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit.
One can live with the thought of one's own death. It is the thought of the death of the words and books that is terrifying for that is the deeper extinction.
My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.
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."
The pleasure of reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.
Once we have learned to read, meaning of words can somehow register without consciousness.
A room without books is like a body without a soul.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed in profit.
Cricket is a game that owes much of its unique appeal to the fact that it should be played not only within its Laws but also within the Spirit of the Game.
"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
Quotation... A writer expresses himself in words that have been used before because they give his meaning better than he can give it himself, or because they are beautiful or witty, or because he expects them to touch a cord of association in his reader, or because he wishes to show that he is learned and well read. Quotations due to the last motive are invariably ill-advised; the discerning reader detects it and is contemptuous; the undiscerning is perhaps impressed, but even then is at the same time repelled, pretentious quotations being the surest road to tedium.
A blow with a word strikes deeper than a blow with a sword.
Author: A fool who, not content with having bored those who have lived with him, insists on tormenting generations to come.
The wise weigh their words on a scale with gold.
Are you bored with life? Then throw yourself into some work you believe in with all your heart, live for it, die for it, and you will find happiness that you had thought could never be yours.
Never chain your dogs together with sausages. One must accustom one's self to be bored.
What's wrong with being a boring kind of guy?.
What question can be here? Your own true heart Must needs advise you of the only part: That may be claim'd again which was but lent, And should be yielded with no discontent, Nor surely can we find herein a wrong, That it was left us to enjoy it long.
Let us all be happy, and live within our means, even if we have to borrow the money to do it with.
Live within your income, even if you have to borrow money to do so.
The sea returning day by day Restores the world-wide mart. So let each dweller on the Bay Fold Boston in his heart Till these echoes be choked with snows Or over the town blue ocean flows.
A solid man of Boston; A comfortable man with dividends, And the first salmon and the first green peas.
Massachusetts has been the wheel within New England, and Boston the wheel within Massachusetts. Boston therefore is often called the "hub of the world," since it has been the source and fountain of the ideas that have reared and made America.
The truly brave, When they behold the brave oppressed with odds, Are touched with a desire to shield and save:-- A mixture of wild beasts and demi-gods Are they--now furious as the sweeping wave, Now moved with pity; even as sometimes nods The rugged tree unto the summer wind, Compassion breathes along the savage mind.