“O for a Booke and a shdie nooke, eyther in-a-doore or out;With the grene leaves whisp'ring overhede, or the Streete cryes all about.Where I maie Reade all at my ease, both of the Newe and Olde;For a jollie goode Booke whereon to looke is better to me than Golde.”

“Oh for a book and a shady nook,Either indoors or out,with the green leaves whispering overhead,or the street cries all about.Where I may read at all my easeboth of the new and old,For a jolly good book whereon to lookis better to me than gold”

“I doubt if I shall ever have time to read the book again -- there are too many new ones coming out all the time which I want to read. Yet an old book has something for me which no new book can ever have -- for at every reading the memories and atmosphere of other readings come back and I am reading old years as well as an old book.”

“A truly good book…teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down and commence living on its hint. When I read an indifferent book, it seems the best thing I can do, but the inspiring volume hardly leaves me leisure to finish its latter pages. It is slipping out of my fingers while I read…What I began by reading I must finish by acting.”

“There is nothing like the smell of books, both new and old. If someone ever bottled the smell, I would be all over it .”

“He started to look at me in a manner I recognized: it was the way I looked at a new book, one I had never read before, one that surprised me with all it had to say.”