We Profit Little By Books We Do

Love Seems To Beautify And Inspire All Nature. It Raises The Earthly Caterpillar Into The Ethereal Butterfly, It Paints The Feathers In Spring, It Lights The Glowworm's Lamp, It Wakens The Song Of Birds, And Inspires The Poet's Lay. Even Inanimate Nature Seems To Feel The Spell, And Flowers Glow With The Richest Colours.

We May Sit In Our Library And Yet Be In All Quarters Of The Earth.

How Little Our Libraries Cost Us As Compared With Our Liquor Cellars.

A Man Who Is Not A Good Friend To Himself Cannot Be So To Any One Else.

A Crowd Is Not Necessarily Company, But Neither Need It Necessarily Prevent Thought Or Disturb Peace Of Mind.