To Travel Far, There Is

They Might Not Need Me; But They Might. I'll Let My Head Be Just In Sight; A Smile As Small As Mine Might Be Precisely Their Necessity.

To Travel Far, There Is No Better Ship Than A Book.

But A Book Is Only The Heart's Portrait- Every Page A Pulse.

The Heart Asks Pleasure First, And Then, Excuse From Pain; And Then, Those Little Anodynes That Deaden Suffering; And Then, To Go To Sleep; And Then, If It Should Be The Will Of Its Inquisitor, The Liberty To Die.

A Great Hope Fell You Heard No Noise The Ruin Was Within.