Travellers, like poets, are mostly an angry race: by falling into a daily fit of passion, I proved to the governor and his son, who were profuse in their attentions, that I was in earnest. — Richard Francis Burton Copy Share Image
One death to a man is a serious thing: a dozen neutralize one another. — Richard Francis Burton Copy Share Image
The Now, that indivisible point which studs the length of infinite line Whose ends are nowhere, is thine all , the puny all thou… — Richard Francis Burton Copy Share Image
The dearest ambition of a slave is not liberty, but to have a slave of his own. — Richard Francis Burton Copy Share Image
When doctors differ who decides amid the milliard-headed throng? — Richard Francis Burton Copy Share Image
Friends of my youth, a last adieu! Haply some day we meet again: Ye ne'er the self-same men shall meet; the years shall make… — Richard Francis Burton Copy Share Image
“The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshiped anything but himself.” — Richard Francis Burton Copy Share Image
“O genius," I said, "you see that this Sultan was not content with merely forgiving the envious man for the attempt on his life;… — Richard Francis Burton Copy Share Image
I was surrounded at the time by about a dozen of the enemy, whose clubs rattled upon me without mercy, and the strokes of… — Richard Francis Burton Copy Share Image
For each believes his glimm'ering lamp to be the gorgeous light of day. — Richard Francis Burton Copy Share Image
“Scheherazade had perused the books, annals and legends of preceding Kings, and the stories, examples and instances of bygone men and things; indeed it… — Richard Francis Burton Copy Share Image
Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort… — Richard Francis Burton Copy Share Image
