Quote #3
Travellers like poets are mostly an angry race.
More from Sir Richard Francis Burton
- Is not man born with a love of change - an Englishman to be discontented - an Anglo-Indian to grumble?
- Presently our fire being exhausted, and the enemy pressing on with spear and javelin, the position became untenable; the tent was nearly ba…
- Now the last hookah has gone out, and the most restless of our servants has turned in. The roof of the cabin is strewed with bodies anythin…
- Of the gladest moments in human life, methinks is the departure upon a distant journey to unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort…
- Support a compatriot against a native, however the former may blunder or plunder.
- The recruit must be carefully and sedulously taught when meeting the enemy, even at a trot or canter, to use no force whatever, otherwise h…
- Starting in a hollowed log of wood - some thousand miles up a river, with an infinitesimal prospect of returning! I ask myself 'Why?' and t…
- The dearest ambition of a slave is not liberty but to have a slave of his own.