A home without books is a body without soul.

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions. [Lat., Imago animi vultus est, indices oculi.]

Just as the soul fills the body, so God fills the world. Just as the soul bears the body, so God endures the world. Just as the soul sees but is not seen, so God sees but is not seen. Just as the soul feeds the body, so God gives food to the world.

For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.

There is no place more delightful than one's own fireside. [Lat., Nullus est locus domestica sede jucundior.]