Adventurer: He That Goes To Meet Whatever

Ah! How Little Knowledge Does A Man Acquire In His Life. He Gathers It Up Like Water, But Like Water It Runs Between His Fingers, And Yet, If His Hands Be But Wet As Though With Dew, Behold A Generation Of Fools Call Out, 'see, He Is A Wise Man!' Is It Not So?

There Are Things And There Are Faces Which, When Felt Or Seen For The First Time, Stamp Themselves Upon The Mind Like A Sun Image On A Sensitized Plate And There Remain Unalterably Fixed.

It Is Curious To Look Back And Realize Upon What Trivial And Apparently Coincidental Circumstances Great Events Frequently Turn As Easily And Naturally As A Door On Its Hinges.

There Is No Loneliness Like The Loneliness Of Crowds, Especially To Those Who Are Unaccustomed To Them.

There Is No Such Things As Magic, Though There Is Such A Thing As Knowledge Of The Hidden Ways Of Nature.