This is no book. Whoever touches this touches a man.

Ezra Pound
This is no book. Whoever touches this touches a man.
This is no book. Whoever touches this touches a man.
This is no book. Whoever touches this touches a man.
This is no book. Whoever touches this touches a man.
About This Quote

This is no book. Whoever touches this touches a man. This quote is so powerful because it perfectly describes the kind of values that are at the core of the writings of famous writer Harper Lee. Lee was not one to put her faith in things that are made by man. Instead, she believed that books were created by God who touched men with his words.

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