I can not live with out books.

What a blessing it is to love books as I love them;- to be able to converse with the dead, and to live amidst the unreal!

All that mankind has done, thought, gained, or been; it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books.

Honesty is the first chapter of the book wisdom.

Reading, reflection and time have convinced me that the interests of society require the observation of those moral precepts only in which all religions agree (for all forbid us to steal, murder, plunder, or bear false witness), and that we should n

I had rather be shut up in a very modest cottage with my books, my family and a few old friends, dining on simple bacon, and letting the world roll on as it liked, than to occupy the most splendid post, which any human power can give.