Do What Thy Manhood Bids

Reason Is Life's Sole Arbiter, Themagic Laby'rinth's Single Clue.

All Faith Is False, All Faith Is True. Truth Is The Shattered Mirror Strown In Myriad Bits, While Each Believes His Little Bit The Whole To Own.

Travellers, Like Poets, Are Mostly An Angry Race: By Falling Into A Daily Fit Of Passion, I Proved To The Governor And His Son, Who Were Profuse In Their Attentions, That I Was In Earnest.

Of The Gladdest Moments In Human Life...is The Departure Upon A Distant Journey Into Unknown Lands.

Conquer Thyself, Till Thou Has Done This, Thou Art But A Slave; For It Is Almost As Well To Be Subjected To Another's Appetite As To Thine Own.