约翰·卢伯克/John Lubbock
Books are to mankind what memory is to the individual.
They contain the history of our race, the discoveries we have made, the accumulated knowledge and experience of ages；they picture for us the marvels and beauties of nature；help us in our diffculties, comfort us in sorrow and in suffering, change hours of weariness into moments of delight, store our minds with ideas, fll them with good and happy thoughts, and lift us out of and above ourselves.
When we read we may not only be kings and live in palaces, but, what is far better, we may transport ourselves to the mountains or the seashore, and visit the most beautiful parts of the earth, without fatigue, inconvenience, expense. Precious and priceless are the blessing, which the books scatter around our daily paths. We walk, in imagination, with the noblest spirits, through the most sublime and enchanting regions.