“Unread books are like unopened doors.”
“No one who can read, ever looks at a book, even unopened on a shelf, like one who cannot.”
“A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there.”
“There was that special smell made up of paper, ink, and dust; the busy hush; the endless luxury of thousands of unread books. Best of all was the eager itch of anticipation as you went out the door with your arms loaded down with books.”
“An unread book does nobody any good”
“and he glanced at the backs of the books, with an awakened curiosity that went below the binding. No one who can read, ever looks at a book, even unopened on a shelf, like one who cannot.”