I Am Far Too Much In Doubt

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.

It Can Never Be Wrong To Give Pleasure.

The Man Who Has A Library Of His Own Collection Is Able To Contemplate Himself Objectively, And Is Justified In Believing In His Own Existence.

It Is The Mass That Matters.

Friendship Is A Word, The Very Sight Of Which In Print Makes The Heart Warm.