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They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy
idleness possesses us: we seek a read more
They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy
idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and
carriages: the object of our search is present with us.
[Lat., Coelum, non animum mutant, qui trans mare currunt.
Strenua nos exercet inertia, navibus atque
Quadrigis petimus bene vivere; quod petis hic est.]
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that read more
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before read more
One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before him sees
A river rushing swiftly toward the deep,
And all its tossing current white with foam,
And stops and turns, and measures back his way.
The wonders of each region view,
From frozen Lapland to Peru.
The wonders of each region view,
From frozen Lapland to Peru.
As the Spanish proverb says, "He who would bring home the wealth
of the Indies must carry the wealth read more
As the Spanish proverb says, "He who would bring home the wealth
of the Indies must carry the wealth of the Indies with him." So
it is in traveling: a man must carry knowledge with him, if he
would bring home knowledge.
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no
path and leave a trail.
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no
path and leave a trail.
The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and,
instead of thinking how things may be, to read more
The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and,
instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.
The marquise has a disagreeable day for her journey.
The marquise has a disagreeable day for her journey.
I depart,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve read more
I depart,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
