Traveling Is No Fool's Errand To Him

The Fable Runs That The Gods Mix Our Pains And Pleasure In One Cup, And Thus Mingle For Us The Adulterate Immortality Which We Alone Are Permitted Here To Enjoy. Voluptuous Raptures, Could We Prolong These At Pleasure, Would Dissipate And Dissolve Us. A Sip Is The Most That Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.

Devotees Of Grammatical Studies Have Not Been Distinguished For Any Very Remarkable Felicities Of Expression

We Climb To Heaven Most Often On The Ruins Of Our Cherished Plans, Finding Our Failures Were Successes.

One Cannot Celebrate Books Sufficiently. After Saying His Best, Still Something Better Remains To Be Spoken In Their Praise. As With Friends, One Finds New Beauties At Every Interview, And Would Stay Long In The Presence Of Those Choice Companions. As With Friends, He May Dispense With A Wide Acquaintance. Few And Choice. The Richest Minds Need Not Large Libraries.

Our Friends Interpret The World And Ourselves To Us, If We Take Them Tenderly And Truly.