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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.

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.

How Melancholy A Thing Is Success. Whilst Failure Inspirits A Man, Attainment Reads The Sad Prosy Lesson That All Our Glories "are Shadows, Not Substantial Things." Truly Said The Sayer, "disappointment Is The Salt Of Life" A Salutary Bitter Which Strengthens The Mind For Fresh Exertion, And Gives A Double Value To The Prize.

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.