Books do not perÂish like huÂmankind. Of course we comÂmonÂly see them broÂken in the habÂerÂdashÂer's shop when onÂly a few months beÂfore they lay bound on the staÂtionÂer's stall; these are not true works, but mere trash and newÂfanÂgleÂness for the vulÂgar. There are thouÂsands of such gewÂgaws and toys which peoÂple have in their chamÂbers, or which they keep upÂon their shelves, beÂlievÂing that they are preÂcious things, when they are the mere passÂing folÂlies of the passÂing time and of no more valÂue than paÂpers gathÂered up from some dunghill or raked by chance out of the kenÂnel. True books are filled with the powÂer of the unÂderÂstandÂing which is the inÂherÂitance of the ages: you may take up a book in time, but you read it in eterÂniÂty. .Peter Ackroyd
About This Quote
If you are not careful, books can end up being broken or discarded because you are not careful with them. The best way to treat a book is to treat it like a friend and treat it gently. If you don't, it will be damaged and eventually discarded, just like a friend would be. This quote is an important reminder that books and friends do not need to be treated in the same way and that we should cherish them more than we do.
Source: The House Of Doctor Dee
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