Pandemonium, the palace of Satan rises, suddenly built of the deep: the infernal peers there sit in council. - John Milton

And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,
That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

So heavenly love shall outdo hellish hate,
Giving to death, and dying to redeem,
So dearly to redeem what hellish hate
So easily destroy'd, and still destroys,
In those who, when they may, accept not grace.

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye. Many a man lives a burden to the earth; but a good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.