Reason Is Life's Sole Arbiter, Themagic Laby'rinth's

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

Indeed He Knows Not How To Know Who Knows Not Also How To Un-know.

The Now, That Indivisible Point Which Studs The Length Of Infinite Line Whose Ends Are Nowhere, Is Thine All , The Puny All Thou Callest Thine.

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

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.