Things we write down are the fragments shored against our ruins. They outlast us, these scraps of words on paper. Like the detritus from the tsunami washing up on the other side of the ocean, writing is what can be salvaged.
Man's real genius and knowledge remains preserved in books
Books are men of higher stature; the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.
Letters are among the most significant memorial a person can leave behind them.
People perish. Books are immortal.
Things written, remain.
Unlike most men of his time, he was secretive and wrote very little.
Consider what you have in the smallest well-chosen library-a company of the wisest and wittiest men which can be plucked out of all civilized countries in a thousand years. The men themselves were then hidden and inaccessible. They were solitary, impatient of interruption, and fenced by etiquette. But now they are immortal, and the thought they did not reveal, even to their bosom friends, is here written out in transparent words of light to us, who are strangers of another age.
I wrote poems. That is my work. I am convinced... I believe that what I wrote will be useful to people not only now but in future generations.
Every book is a quotation; and every house is a quotation out of all forests, and mines, and stone quarries; and every man is a quotation from all his ancestors.
My father was a very prolific writer and he left behind a huge body of unpublished work.
...a book need never die and should not be killed; books were the immortal part of man.
Books are the ever burning lamps of accumulated wisdom.
Any book has behind it all the other books that have been written.
Literature is the immortality of speech.
The literature from which I come is rather large.
I have since written what no tide Shall ever wash away, what men Unborn shall read o'er ocean wide And find Ianthe's name agen.
Every writer secretly hopes that what he or she has written will endure.
It seems inevitable that the magic of the written word will fade.
The written word is the only anchor we have in life. How extraordinary would it be if we had even three or four paragraphs written honestly about their lives by our ancestors?
Books are humanity in print.