"A library is not a luxury but one of the necessities of life."

A library is but the soul's burial-ground. It is the land of shadows.

Now comes the mystery. (His last words)

It's not the work which kills people, it's the worry. It's not the revolution that destroys machinery it's the friction.

The real man is one who always finds excuses for others, but never excuses himself.

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.