The Impulse To Travel Is One Of

There Is A Natural Limit To The Success We Wish Our Friends, Even When We Have Spurred Them On Their Way.

We Are Tethered To Our Kind, And May As Well Join Hands In The Struggle.

Everybody Is Now So Busy Teaching That Nobody Has Any Time To Learn.

Who That Has Plodded On To Middle Age Would Take Back Upon His Shoulders Ten Of The Vanished Years, With Their Mingled Pleasures And Pains? Who Would Return To The Youth He Is Forever Pretending To Regret?

Every Misused Word Revenges Itself Forever Upon A Writer's Reputation.