But he who seeks the flowers of truth Must quit the garden for the field - Lord Byron

al polvo volver, si vuelvo, pues del polvo surgí,
y entonces, por fin, nunca más se conmoverá mi corazón.

what’s travel,
Unless it teaches one to quote and cavil?

The World, which at the worst’s a glorious blunder — If it be Chance; or if it be according
To the old Text, still better: — lest it should
Turn out so, we’ll say nothing ’gainst the wording,
As several people think such hazards rude.
They’re right; our days are too brief for affording
Space to dispute what no one ever could
Decide, and every body one day will
Know very clearly — or at least lie still.