A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
A book is good company. It is full of conversation without loquacity. It comes to your longing with full instruction, but pursues you never.
Books are not men and yet they stay alive.
Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.
The love of learning; the sequestered nooks and all the sweet serenity of books.
A little library, growing larger every year, is an honourable part of a man's history. It is a man's duty to have books. A library is not a luxury, but one of the necessaries of life.