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"All books are either dreams or swords, You can cut, or you can drug, with words."
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"Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, And drench me in loneliness."
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"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."
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"Happiness, to some elation; Is to others, mere stagnation."
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Youth condemns; maturity condones.
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