VIRTUAL DICTIONARY - FAMOUS QUOTES

Medicine for the soul.

Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind, which are delivered down from generation to generation, as presents to the posterity of those who are yet unborn.

That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed with profit.

A man of one book.

Books are delightful when prosperity happily smiles; when adversity threatens, they are inseparable comforters. They give strength to human compacts, nor are grave opinions brought forward without books. Arts and sciences, the benefits of which no mind can calculate. depend upon books.

You, O Books, are the golden vessels of the temple, the arms of the clerical militia with which the missiles of the most wicked are destroyed; fruitful olives, vines of Engaddi, fig-trees knowing no sterility; burning lamps to be ever held in the hand.

But the images of men's wits and knowledges remain in books, exempted from the wrong of time, and capable of perpetual renovation.

Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.

Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books.

Worthy books Are not companions--they are solitudes: We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.

That place that does contain My books, the best companions, is to me A glorious court, where hourly I converse With the old sages and philosophers; And sometimes, for variety, I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.

And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end: and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

Now go, write it before them in a table, and note it in a book, that it may be for the time to come for ever and ever.

Oh that my words were now written! on that they were printed in a book!

Oh that one would hear me! behold, my desire is, that the Almighty would answer me, and that mine adversary had written a book.

The covers of this book are too far apart.

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.

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.

Laws die, Books never.

Hark, the world so loud, And they, the movers of the world, so still!