Where there's a will there's a detective story.

In December people give no thought to the Past or the Future. They thing only of the Present.

To take pride in a library kills it. Then, its motive power shifts over to the critical if admiring visitor, and apologies are necessary and acceptable and the fat is in the fire.

Reward is its own virtue.

The way to do some things is to do them.

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.

You wouldn't believe On All Hallow Eve What lots of fun we can make, With apples to bob, And nuts on the hob, And a ring-and-thimble cake.