The true university of these days is a collection of books.

An hour spent in the library is worth a month in the laboratory.

My library was dukedom large enough.

Meek young men grow up in libraries, believing it their duty to accept the views which Cicero, which Locke, which Bacon, have given, forgetful that Cicero, Locke, and Bacon were only young men in libraries, when they wrote these books. Hence, instead of Man Thinking, we have the book-worm.

Your library is your paradise.

It is almost everywhere the case that soon after it is begotten the greater part of human wisdom is laid to rest in repositories.

A library implies an act of faith.

A library is but the soul's burying ground. It is a land of shadows.

A man's library is a sort of harem.

Be a little careful about your library. Do you foresee what you will do with it? Very little to be sure. But the real question is, What it will do with you? You will come here and get books that will open your eyes, and your ears, and your curiosity, and turn you inside out or outside in.