If It Were Not For The Great

Laughter Is The Music Of Life.

No Man Is Really Happy Or Safe Without A Hobby.

The True Poetry Of Life: The Poetry Of The Commonplace, Of The Ordinary Man, Of The Plain, Toil-worn Woman, With Their Loves And Their Joys, Their Sorrows And Their Griefs.

A Library Represents The Mind Of Its Collector, His Fancies And Foibles, His Strength And Weakness, His Prejudices And Preferences. Particularly Is This The Case If, To The Character Of A Collector, He Adds - Or Tries To Add - The Qualities Of A Student Who Wishes To Know The Books And The Lives Of The Men Who Wrote Them. The Friendships Of His Life, The Phases Of His Growth, The Vagaries Of His Mind, All Are Represented.

Fed On The Dry Husks Of Facts, The Human Heart Has A Hidden Want Which Science Cannot Supply.