Libraries Are Not Made, They Grow.

A Poet's Soul Must Contain The Perfect Shape Of All Things Good, Wise And Just. His Body Must Be Spotless And Without Blemish, His Life Pure, His Thoughts High, His Studies Intense.

Any Ordinary Man Can...surround Himself With Two Thousand Books...and Thenceforward Have At Least One Place In The World In Which It Is Possible To Be Happy.

Great Is Bookishness And The Charm Of Books.

It Can Never Be Wrong To Give Pleasure.

I Am Far Too Much In Doubt About The Present, Far Too Perturbed .about The Future, To Be Otherwise Than Profoundly Reverential About The Past.