Like all those possessing a library, Aurelian was aware that he was guilty of not knowing his in its entirety.

The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite, perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries.

Paradise will be a kind of library

I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.

My undertaking is not difficult, essentially. I should only have to be immortal to carry it out.

I am almost sure to be blotted out by death, but sometimes I think it is not impossible that I may continue to live in some other manner after my physical death.... Or, as Hamlet wonders, what dreams will come when we leave this body?