A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.
As good almost kill a man as kill a good book who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, Gods image but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Thus with the year Seasons return but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a good book, kills reason its self.
A good book is the precious life-blood of the master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose for a life beyond
For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them. I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men.
Deep-versed in books and shallow in himself.
Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books.
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