I stood among them, but not of them; in a shroud of thoughts which wer >>
I like his holiness very much, particularly since an order, which I un >>
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew, upon >>
The thirst for adventure is the vent which Destiny offers; a war, a cr >>
There are two kinds of adventurers: those who go truly hoping to find >>
Without adventure civilization is in full decay. >>
And yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation; such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description.