Wear the old coat and buy the new book.
I am a part of all I have read.
To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations -- such is a pleasure beyond compare.
The real purpose of books is to trap the mind into doing its own thinking.
I would rather be poor in a cottage full of books than a king without the desire to read.
For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men lived and worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.
From your parents you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot before the other. But when books are opened you discover that you have wings.
Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.
Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens ...
A room without books is like a body without a soul.
A good book is the best of friends the same today and forever.
The First Book: Go ahead, it won't bite. Well... maybe a little. More a nip, like. A tingle. It's pleasurable, really. You see, it keeps on opening. You may fall in. Sure, it's hard to get started; remember learning to use knife and fork? Dig in: you'll never reach bottom. It's not like it's the end of the world -- just the world as you think you know it.
Read in order to live.
Novels... teach you the secret, that the best of life is conversation.
Books are like imprisoned souls till someone takes them down from a shelf and frees them.
What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.
Those who cultivate letters must be supplied with the books necessary for their purpose; and until this supply is secured I shall not rest.
According to Politian, Lorenzo wished that he might be allowed to spend his entire fortune, even to pledge his furniture, in the purchase of books.
The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man. Nothing else that he builds ever lasts. Monuments fall; nations perish; civilizations grow old and die out; and, after an era of darkness, new races build others.
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can read only the title.