I don't care very much for literary shrines and hauntsI knew a woman in London who boasted that she had lodgings from the windows of which she could throw a stone into Carlyle's yard. And when I said, "Why throw a stone into Carlyle's yard?" she looked at me as if I were an imbecile and changed the subject.

Actions lie louder than words.

All through the nineties I met people. Crowds of people. Met and met and met, until it seemed that people were born and hastily grew up, just to be met.

It is the interest one takes in books that makes a library. And if a library have interest it is; if not, it isn't.

... as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the ideal library is in the wish of its maker.

A fool and his money are soon married.

We should live and learn; but by the time we've learned, it's too late to live.