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Book Quotes - Page 326

Books bear him up a while, and make him try to swim with bladders of philosophy.

John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester (2006). “The Complete Poems of John Wilmot, the Earl of Rochester”, p.65, Filiquarian Publishing, LLC.

How often might a man, after he had jumbled a set of letters in a bag, fling them out upon the ground before they would fall into an exact poem, yea, or so much as make a good discourse in prose? And may not a little book be as easily made by chance as this great volume of the world?

John Tillotson (1714). “The works of the most reverend Dr. John Tillotson, late Lord Archbishop of Canterbury: containing fifty four sermons and discourses on several occasions. Together with The Rule of Faith. Being all that were published by His Grace himself and now collected into one volume, to which is added an alphabetical table of the principle matter”, p.15

Books ain't no good. A guy needs somebody - to be near him. A guy goes nuts if he ain't got nobody.

John Steinbeck (2016). “Of Mice and Men”, p.35, Hamilton Books

In quoting of books, quote such authors as are usually read; others you may read for your own satisfaction, but not name them.

John Selden (1856). “The table-talk of John Selden, with a biogr. preface and notes by S.W. Singer”, p.23

Bread of flour is good; but there is bread, sweet as honey, if we would eat it, in a good book.

John Ruskin, John D. Rosenberg (1964). “The Genius of John Ruskin: Selections from His Writings”, p.306, University of Virginia Press

One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.

John Muir, Linnie Marsh Wolfe (1979). “John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir”, p.95, Univ of Wisconsin Press

I have a low opinion of books: they are piles of stones set up to show coming travelers where other minds have been, or at best signal smokes to call attention.

John Muir, Linnie Marsh Wolfe (1979). “John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir”, p.94, Univ of Wisconsin Press

And the more I see Pleasures about me, so much more I feel Torment within me.

John Milton (1735). “Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books”, p.248