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.

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.

The marquise has a disagreeable day for her journey.

The marquise has a disagreeable day for her journey.

Let observation with extensive view,
Survey mankind from China to Peru;
Remark each anxious toil, each eager read more

Let observation with extensive view,
Survey mankind from China to Peru;
Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife,
And watch the busy scenes of crowded life.

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.]

Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the
elder, a part of experience. He that read more

Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the
elder, a part of experience. He that travelleth into a country
before he hath some entrance into the language, goeth to school,
and not to travel.

And she bare him a son, and he called his name Gershom: for he
said, I have been a read more

And she bare him a son, and he called his name Gershom: for he
said, I have been a stranger in a strange land.

I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on read more

I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.

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.