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

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.

The countenance is the portrait of the mind, the eyes are its informers

In the very books in which philosophers bid us scorn fame, they inscribe their names

A home without books is a body without soul.

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