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Without libraries what have we? We have no past and no future
Without libraries what have we? We have no past and no future
What a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all
the souls of all read more
What a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all
the souls of all the writers that have bequeathed their labours
to these Bodleians were reposing here as in some dormitory, or
middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves,
their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade. I seem
to inhale learning, walking amid their foliage; and the odor of
their old moth-scented coverings is fragrant as the first bloom
of those sciential apples which grew amid the happy orchard.
- Charles Lamb (used pseudonym Elia),
The quantity of books in a person's library, is often a cloud of witnesses to the ignorance of the owner.
The quantity of books in a person's library, is often a cloud of witnesses to the ignorance of the owner.
A public library is the most enduring of memorials, the trustiest monument for the preservation of an event or a read more
A public library is the most enduring of memorials, the trustiest monument for the preservation of an event or a name or an affection; for it, and it only, is respected by wars and revolutions, and survives them
'Tis well to borrow from the good and the great;
'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create!
'Tis well to borrow from the good and the great;
'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create!
It is a vanity to persuade the world one hath much learning, by
getting a great library.
It is a vanity to persuade the world one hath much learning, by
getting a great library.
A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of
diabolical knowledge.
A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of
diabolical knowledge.
Food for the soul.
[Lat., Nutrimentum spiritus.]
Food for the soul.
[Lat., Nutrimentum spiritus.]
Thou can'st not die. Here thou art more than safe
Where every book is thy epitaph.
Thou can'st not die. Here thou art more than safe
Where every book is thy epitaph.
