A room without books is like a body without a soul.

My Best Friend is a person who will give me a book I have not read.

A home without books is a body without soul.

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions. [Lat., Imago animi vultus est, indices oculi.]

For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.

No level raised without reading, is like a body trying to live without breathing.