Quotes by Browning, Elizabeth Barrett

The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he get >>

Hurt a fly! He would not for the world: he's pitiful to flies even. Si >>

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth an >>

Quotations about Books - Reading

The worst readers are those who behave like plundering troops: they ta >>

There is a set of religious, or rather moral, writings which teach tha >>

A room without books is like a body without a soul. >>

Books, books, books had found the secret of a garret-room piled high with cases in my father's name; Piled high, packed large, --where, creeping in and out among the giant fossils of my past, like some small nimble mouse between the ribs of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there at this or that box, pulling through the gap, in heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, the first book first. And how I felt it beat under my pillow, in the morning's dark. An hour before the sun would let me read! My books!

Browning, Elizabeth Barrett