I’m not a rich man. I do not have a Mercedes in my garage. I do not live in a ten bedroom mansion. I can’t afford to drink Champagne and eat foie gras for lunch. I don’t own a thousand dollar suit.
But I do not consider myself poor. I am surrounded by books ─ hundreds of them ─ hundreds of beautiful books. They are my treasures, my companions of solitude. Having books close by gives me comfort, passion, and feeling of oneness with the universe. My books make my soul feel rich. They are the fuel for my mind.