I Do Not Want Merely To Possess

I Have Fought My Fight, I Have Lived My Life, I Have Drunk My Share Of Wine; From Trier To Coln There Was Never A Knight Led A Merrier Life Than Mine.

Are Gods More Ruthless Than Mortals? Have They No Mercy For Youth? No Love For The Souls Who Have Loved Them?

Do Noble Things, Not Dream Them All Day Long.

If You Want To Be Miserable, Think About Yourself, About What You Want, What You Like, What Respect People Ought To Pay You And What People Think Of You.

I Can Conceive Few Human States More Enviable Than That Of The Man To Whom, Panting In The Foul Laboratory, Or Watching For His Life Under The Tropic Forest, Isis Shall For A Moment Lift Her Sacred Veil, And Show Him, Once And For Ever, The Thing He Dreamed Not Of; Some Law, Or Even Mere Hint Of A Law, Explaining One Fact; But Explaining With It A Thousand More, Connecting Them All With Each Other And With The Mighty Whole, Till Order And Meaning Shoots Through Some Old Chaos Of Scattered Observations.