Your Library Is Your Paradise.

I Consider As Lovers Of Books Not Those Who Keep Their Books Hidden In Their Store-chests And Never Handle Them, But Those Who, By Nightly As Well As Daily Use Thumb Them, Batter Them, Wear Them Out, Who Fill Out All The Margins With Annotations Of Many Kinds, And Who Prefer The Marks Of A Fault They Have Erased To A Neat Copy Full Of Faults.

Nothing Is So Foolish, They Say, As For A Man To Stand For Office And Woo The Crowd To Win Its Vote, Buy Its Support With Presents, Court The Applause Of All Those Fools And Feel Self-satisfied When They Cry Their Approval, And Then In His Hour Of Triumph To Be Carried Round Like An Effigy For The Public To Stare At, And End Up Cast In Bronze To Stand In The Market Place.

It Hardly Needs Explaining At Length, I Think, How Much Authority Or Beauty Is Added To Style By The Timely Use Of Proverbs. In The First Place Who Does Not See What Dignity They Confer On Style By Their Antiquity Alone?... And So To Interweave Adages Deftly And Appropriately Is To Make The Language As A Whole Glitter With Sparkles From Antiquity, Please Us With The Colours Of The Art Of Rhetoric, Gleam With Jewel-like Words Of Wisdom, And Charm Us With Titbits Of Wit And Humour.

Providence Has Decreed That Those Common Acquisitions, Money, Gems, Plate, Noble Mansions, And Dominion, Should Be Sometimes Bestowed On The Indolent And Unworthy; But Those Things Which Constitute Our True Riches, And Which Are Properly Our Own, Must Be Procured By Our Own Labor.

It Is The Chiefest Point Of Happiness That A Man Is Willing To Be What He Is.