Stories are consoling, fiction is one of the consolation prizes for having lived in the world
Become major, Paul. Live like a hero. That’s what the classics teach us. Be a main character. Otherwise what is life for?
There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough
In books and in life, you need to read several pages before someone’s true character is revealed
I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page
There are those who say that life is like a book, with chapters for each event in your life and a limited number of pages on which you can spend your time. But I prefer to think that a book is like a life, particularly a good one, which is well worth staying up all night to finish
“For my part, Brothers and Sisters, I am glad the book will be with us ‘as long as the earth shall stand.’ I need and want additional time. For me, the Book of Mormon is like a vast mansion with gardens, towers, courtyards, and wings. My tour of it has never been completed. Some rooms I have yet to enter, and there are more felicitous fireplaces waiting to warm me. Even the rooms I have glimpsed contained further furnishings and rich detail yet to be savored. There are panels inlaid with incredible insights, and design and décor dating from eden. There are even sumptuous banquet tables painstakingly prepared by predecessors which await all of us. Yet we as church members sometimes behave like hurried tourists, scarcely venturing beyond the entry hall. May we come to feel as a whole people beckoned beyond the entry hall. May we go inside, far enough to hear clearly the whispered truths from those who have slumbered, which whisperings will awaken in us individually, a life of discipleship as never before.”
History and exact science he must learn by laborious reading. Colleges, in like manner, have their indispensable office -- to teach elements. But they can only searve us when they aim not to drill but to create; when they gather from far every ray of various genius to their hospitable halls, and, by the concentrated fires, set the hearts of their youth on flame.