All the labour of man is for his mouth, and yet the appetite is not filled.
God is the one subject of reality. Take away the one subject and there is nothing real.
The great lie is like a sword that has been thrust into the heart of humankind.
The greatest violence, and the greatest threat to humanity, is the growth of MONEY.
There is nothing hidden in the hidden time. Know that this, the hidden time, is your everlasting, and live.
Thine own things, and such as are grown up with thee, canst thou not know; How should thy vessel then be able to comprehend the way of the Highest, and, the world being now outwardly corrupted to unde...
I'm not really sure what makes a book a 'classic' to begin with, but I think it has to be at least fifty years old and some person or animal has to die at the end.
I am sure you would not understand if I told you my father is delightfully clear and selfish, tender and lying, formal and incurable. He exhausts all the loves given to him. If I did not leave his hou...
But love, the great narcotic, was the hothouse in which all the selves burst into their fullest bloom...
A book is a beautiful, paper mausoleum, or tomb, in which to store ideas... to keep the bones of your thoughts in one place, for all time I just want to say - Hello. We can hear you. The words survive...
Beware of the man of one book.
Ordinary people know little of the time and effort it takes to learn to read. I have been eighty years at it and have not reached my goal.
Some books are undeservedly forgotten none are undeservedly remembered.
Why wait for the movie tomorrow, when you can read the book today!
We are not reading books merely to check off a list or to be able to say we have read them. We are reading to grow as persons, to know more that we may understand more, and ultimately, it is to be hop...
Whoever said diamonds were a girl's best friend sure hasn't read a good book.
Look upon good books; they are true friends, that will neither flatter nor dissemble: be you but true to yourself...and you shall need no other comfort nor counsel.
Were all mad here
When a writer dies, he becomes his books.
No man can stay for forever young, Unless he is a writer.