Do What Thy Manhood Bids Thee Do.

Broke Is A Temporary Condition, Poor Is A State Of Mind.

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.

Of The Gladdest Moments In Human Life...is The Departure Upon A Distant Journey Into Unknown Lands.

The Men Were Wild As Ourang-outans, And The Women Fit Only To Flog Cattle.

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.