Libraries have always been humanities' way of preserving its collective wisdom

It is obvious that the newspaper produces the opinion of the readers.

Perhaps I am not as wise as I like to think I am.

We stopped to browse in the cases, and now that William - with his new glasses on his nose - could linger and read the books, at every title he discovered he let out exclamations of happiness, either because he knew the work, or because he had been seeking it for a long time, or finally because he had never heard it mentioned and was highly excited and titillated. In short, for him every book was like a fabulous animal that he was meeting in a strange land.

In other words, although I don't like them, we do need noble-spirited souls.

My maternal grandmother - she was a compulsive reader. She had only been through five grades of elementary school, but she was a member of the municipal library, and she brought home two or three books a week for me. They could be dime novels or Balzac.

Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.