The beginning is the promise of the end.

No man ever learned to love God with all his heart, and his neighbour as himself, in a day.

Love is more just than justice.

A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life.

Refinement is the lifting of one's self upwards from the merely sensual; the effort of the soul to etherealize the common wants and uses of life.

At the bottom of every leaf-stem is a cradle, and in it is an infant germ; the winds will rock it, the birds will sing to it all summer long, but the next season it will unfold and go alone.

The bibliophile is the master of his books, the bibliomaniac their slave.