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«A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived, born, grows up and dies of old age in a day.»
«A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it.»
«Dead, we become the lumber of the world.»
«With loads of learned lumber in his head.»
Author: Alexander Pope (Poet) | Keywords: lumber, lumbering, lumbers
«The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head»
«Pedantry is the showy display of knowledge which crams our heads with learned lumber and then takes out our brains to make room for it.»
«The only really good place to buy lumber is at a store where the lumber has already been cut and attached together in the form of furniture, finished, and put inside boxes.»
Author: Dave Barry (Humorist, Writer) | Keywords: boxes, furniture, lumber
«Youth! There is nothing like youth. The middle-aged are mortgaged to Life. The old are in Life's lumber-room. But youth is the Lord of Life. Youth has a kingdom waiting for it. Every one is born a king, and most people die in exile.»
«Stowed away in a Montreal lumber room / The Discobolus standeth and turneth his face to the wall; / Dusty, cobweb-covered, maimed and set at naught, / Beauty crieth in an attic and no man regardeth: / O God! O Montreal!»