Is not man born with a love of change — an Englishman to be discontented — an Anglo-Indian to grumble? - Richard Francis Burton

Man worships self: his God is Man; the struggling of the mortal mind To form its model as 'twould be, the perfect of itself to find.

Do what thy manhood bids thee do, from none but self expect applause; He noblest lives and noblest dies who makes and keeps his self-made laws. All other Life is living Death, a world where none but Phantoms dwell, A breath, a wind, a sound, a voice, a tinkling of the camel-bell.

How strange are the tricks of memory, which, often hazy as a dream about the most important events, religiously preserve the merest trifles.