"When the book-lover enters his library, no matter what storm and tumult may be in his heart, he has come to the inmost chamber of Peace. The indescribable, musty odour which breathes from the printed page is fragrant incense to him who loves his books. In unseemly caskets his treasures may be hidden, yet, when the cover is reverently lifted the jewels shine with no fading light. The old, immortal beauty is still there, for any one who seeks it in the right way."
(At the Sign of the Jack O' Lantern by Myrtle Reed, Chpt 18, pg 300)