For anyone who knows what it means to chase knowledge...

So pleased at first the towering Alps we try,

Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky,

The eternal snows appear already past,

And the first clouds and mountains seem the last;

But, those attained, we tremble to survey

The growing labors of the lengthened way,

The increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes,

Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!

- Essay on Criticism (c. 1711), Alexander Pope 
via a letter from a soul sister, My End of the Bargain