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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),
Without libraries what have we? We have no past and no future
Without libraries what have we? We have no past and no future
The colleges, while they provide us with libraries, furnish no professors of books; and I think no chair is so read more
The colleges, while they provide us with libraries, furnish no professors of books; and I think no chair is so much needed.
A library is but the soul's burial-ground. It is the land of
shadows.
A library is but the soul's burial-ground. It is the land of
shadows.
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
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
The richest minds need not large libraries.
The richest minds need not large libraries.
The library is the temple of learning, and learning has liberated more people than all the wars in history.
The library is the temple of learning, and learning has liberated more people than all the wars in history.
All round the room my silent servants wait,
My friends in every season, bright and dim.
All round the room my silent servants wait,
My friends in every season, bright and dim.
