We ought to regard books as we do sweetmeats, not wholly to aim at the pleasantest, but chiefly to respect the wholesomest; not forbidding either, but approving the latter most.
Books delight to the very marrow of one’s bones. They speak to us, consult with us, and join with us in a living and intense intimacy.
That is why the center of our faith isn’t just a book, but a history of Salvation, and above all, it’s about a person: Jesus Christ, the Word of God made flesh.
The book of Genesis tells us that God created man and woman entrusting them with the task of filling the earth and subduing it, which does not mean exploiting it, but nurturing and protecting it, caring for it through their work.
Like books and black lives – albums still matter. Tonight and always.
I do things differently, because I don’t go by a rule book, because I lead from the heart, not the head, and albeit that’s got me into trouble in my work, I understand that.
Nothing more rapidly inclines a person to go into a monastery than reading a book on etiquette. There are so many trivial ways in which it is possible to commit some social sin.
We must form our minds by reading deep rather than wide.
Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading!
I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language.
Do not, do not, do not books for ever hammer at people like perpetual bells? When, between two books, silent sky appears: be glad.
Of all my books, I find only a few indispensible.
Every burned book enlightens the world.
What can we see, read, acquire, but ourselves. Take the book, my friend, and read your eyes out, you will never find there what I find.
My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects.
Tis the good reader that makes the good book.
Colleges hate geniuses, just as convents hate saints.
Books are for nothing but to inspire.
A man is known by the books he reads.
It happens to us once or twice in a lifetime to be drunk with some book which probably has some extraordinary relative power to intoxicate us and none other; and having exhausted that cup of enchantment we go groping in libraries all our years afterwards in the hope of being in Paradise again.