Reason Is Life's Sole Arbiter,

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, Methinks, Is The Departure Upon A Distant Journey Into Unknown Lands. Shaking Off With One Mighty Effort The Fetters Of Habit, The Leaden Weight Of Routine, The Cloak Of Many Cares And The Slavery Of Civilization, Man Feels Once More Happy.

I'd Like To Be Born The Son Of A Duke With 90,000 Pounds A Year, On An Enormous Estate.... And I'd Like To Have The Most Enormous Library, And I'd Like To Think That I Could Read Those Books Forever And Forever, And Die Unlamented, Unknown, Unsung, Unhonored - And Packed With Information.

One Cannot Look At The Sea Without Wishing For The Wings Of A Swallow.

For Each Believes His Glimm'ering Lamp To Be The Gorgeous Light Of Day.