If you cannot read all your books, at any rate handle, or fondle, them — peer into them, let them fall open where they will, read from the first sentence that arrests the eye, set them back on the shelves with your own hands, arrange them on your own plan so that if you do not know what is in them, you at least know where they are. If they cannot enter the circle of your life, do not deny them at least a nod of recognition
