Indeed He Knows Not How To Know

The Dearest Ambition Of A Slave Is Not Liberty, But To Have A Slave Of His Own.

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

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.

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.

Home Is Where The Books Are