An ordinary man can surround himself with two thousand books and thenceforward have at least one place in the world in which it is always possible to be happy.

Libraries are not made; they grow. Good as it is to inherit a library, it is better to collect one.

The man who has a library of his own collection is able to contemplate himself objectively, and is justified in believing in his own existence.

Friendship is a word the very sight of which in print makes the heart warm.