There Are No Habits Of Man More

History Is A Pageant And Not A Philosophy.

That Great Dust-heap Called 'history'.

Any Ordinary Man Can...surround Himself With Two Thousand Books...and Thenceforward Have At Least One Place In The World In Which It Is Possible To Be Happy.

The Man Who Has A Library Of His Own Collection Is Able To Contemplate Himself Objectively, And Is Justified In Believing In His Own Existence.

[milton] Calls The University "a Stony-hearted Step-mother."