Your Library Is Your Portrait.

Suffer Fools Gladly; They May Be Right.

The Time To Read Is Any Time: No Apparatus, No Appointment Of Time And Place, Is Necessary.

Man Is A Dog's Idea Of What God Should Be.

A Large, Still Book Is A Piece Of Quietness, Succulent And Nourishing In A Noisy World, Which I Approach And Imbibe With "a Sort Of Greedy Enjoyment," As Marcel Proust Said Of Those Rooms Of His Old Home Whose Air Was "saturated With The Bouquet Of Silence."

Originality Is Only Variation.