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Follow the Romany Patteran
Sheer to the Austral light,
Where the bosom of God is the wild read more
Follow the Romany Patteran
Sheer to the Austral light,
Where the bosom of God is the wild west wind,
Sweeping the sea floors white.
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.
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.
Go far--too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;--
One read more
Go far--too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;--
One meal a week will serve you, and one suit,
Through all your travels; for you'll find it certain,
The poorer and the baser you appear,
The more you look through still.
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.
Traveling is no fool's errand to him who carries his eyes and
itinerary along with him.
Traveling is no fool's errand to him who carries his eyes and
itinerary along with him.
I love to travel,
But hate to arrive.
I love to travel,
But hate to arrive.
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.
