Invitation is the sincerest flattery.
There are many ways of discarding [books]. You can give them to friends,--or enemies,--or to associations or to poor Southern libraries. But the surest way is to lend them. Then they never come back to bother you.
Where there's a will there's a detective story.
Happiness is the ability to recognize it.
A guilty conscience is the mother of invention.
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.