A Great Library Easily Begets

There Were No Books In Eden, And There Will Be None In Heaven

Given Pounds And Five Years, And An Ordinary Man Can In The Ordinary Course, Without Any Undue Haste Or Putting Any Pressure Upon His Taste, Surround Himself With Books, All In His Own Language, And Thence Forward Have At Least One Place In The World.

There Are No Habits Of Man More Alien To The Doctrine Of The Communist Than Those Of The Collector

It Is The Mass That Matters.

Is This True Or Only Clever?