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"Books are pure, men are mixed; men are made up of prattle and silence, and their silence is not that of animals but of men. Out of the human silence, behind the prattle, the spirit whispers to you, the spirit 'as soul': She, she is the beloved…
I knew nothing of books when I came forth from the womb of my mother, and I shall die without books, with another human hand in my own. I do, indeed, close my door at times and surrender myself to a book, but only because I can open the door again and see a human being looking at me."