John Bright Quotes

Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.

One day, when I own a house, I'll keep a library full of books. Books are different from other possessions-they're more like friends.

... it has always seemed to me that books are the supreme decorations of a room

You may hang your walls with tapestry insread of whitewash or paper; or you may cover them with mosaic; or have them frescoed by a great painter: all this is not luxury, if it be done for beauty's sake, and not for show: it does not break our golden rule: Have nothing in your houses which you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.

It didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.

I need something truly beautiful to look at in hotel rooms.

Books are the heart of any home, and I spend hours going through books for design inspiration.

I give novels as gifts, and there is nothing I like to receive more as a gift.

I'm just not very interested in decoration.

With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.

I strongly believe that good books are the best home accessory.

In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.

Give me a house furnished with books rather than furniture! Both, if you can, but books at any rate!

I entrench myself in my books equally against sorrow and the weather.

I have my books and my poetry to protect me

Of all things I liked books best. My father had a large library and whenever I could manage I tried to satisfy my passion for reading.

I get a warm feeling among my books.

I have all the books I could need, and what more could I need than books?

Let every man, if possible, gather some good books under his roof.

…books are always good company if you have the right sort. Let me pick out some for you.' And Mrs. Jo made a bee-line to the well-laden shelves, which were the joy of her heart and the comfort of her life.

If you cannot read all your books, at any rate handle them, and, as it were, fondle them. Let them fall open where they will. Make a voyage of discovery, taking soundings of uncharted seas.

Not that she objected to solitude. Quite the contrary. She had books, thank Heaven, quantities of books. All sorts of books.

Give me a bed and a book and I am happy.

Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries

Home is where your books are.