"Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this,..." - Quote by Walt Whitman
Comerado, this is no book,Who touches this, touches a man,(Is it night? Are we here alone?)It is I you hold, and who holds you,I spring from the pages into your arms-decease calls me forth.
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“In literature it is only the wild that attracts us.”
“It is curious to observe what different ideals of happiness people cherish, and in what singular places they look for this well-spring of their life. Many look for it in the hoarding of riches, some in the pride of power, and others in the achievements of art and literature; a few seek it in the exploration of their own minds, or in search for knowledge.”
“Mr. Gladstone read Homer for fun, which I thought served him right.”