On some shelf in some hexagon, it was argued, there must exist a book that is the cipher and perfect compendium of all other books, and some librarian must have examined that book; this librarian is analogous to a god.
He would also declare that of the many kinds of pleasure literature can minister, the highest is the pleasure of the imagination.
The ruins of the sanctuary of the god of Fire were destroyed by fire.
Thinking, meditating, imagining are not anomalous acts - they are the normal respiration of the intelligence.
Every man should be capable of all ideas, and I believe that in the future he shall be.
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite, perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries.