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.

Is this true or only clever?

[Milton] calls the university "A stony-hearted step-mother."

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

History is a pageant and not a philosophy.

Libraries are not made, they grow.

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