To Travel Is To Live.

Happy Domestic Life Is Like A Beautiful Summer's Evening; The Heart Is Filled With Peace; And Everything Around Derives A Peculiar Glory.

In The Days Of Moses And The Prophets Such A Man Would Have Been Counted Among The Wise Men Of The Land; In The Middle Ages He Would Have Been Burned At The Stake.

I Have Gone Through The Most Terrible Affair That Could Possibly Happen; Only Imagine, My Shadow Has Gone Mad; I Suppose Such A Poor, Shallow Brain, Could Not Bear Much; He Fancies That He Has Become A Real Man, And That I Am His Shadow.

And The Top Spoke No More Of His Old Love; For That Dies Away When The Beloved Objects Has Lain For Five Years In A Roof Gutter And Got Wet Through; Yes, One Does Not Know Her Again When One Meets Her In The Dust Box.

To Travel Is To Live.