Personally, I Am Dead Against The Burning

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.

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.

Libraries Are Not Made, They Grow.

It Is The Mass That Matters.

A Great Library Easily Begets Affection, Which May Deepen Into Love.