What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life--the demon Thought.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

That low vice, curiosity!

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have suited it much better, for study is the last pursuit of the society; the Master eats, drinks, and sleeps, the Fellows drink, dispute and pun, the employments of the undergraduates you will probably conjecture without my description.