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"Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go."
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"Without travels, our existence, our memories, our literature, our dreams, our everything would be very poor, very boring, very limited!"

"Everywhere, I am welcome, I will stay there."

"The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see."

"Beautiful places are almost alive! When you visit them, you can feel their breaths!"

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"There is a blessed necessity by which the interest of men is always driving them to the right; and, again, making all crime mean and ugly."

"The eloquent man is he who is no beautiful speaker but who is inwardly and desperately drunk with a certain belief."

"If a man carefully examines his thoughts he will be surprised to find how much he lives in the future. His well-being is always ahead."

"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in, forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."

"For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word or a verse and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem. The men of more delicate ear write down these cadences more faithfully, and these transcripts, though imperfect, become the songs of the nations."

"God had infinite time to give us.... He cut it up into a near succession of new mornings and with each therefore a new idea new inventions and new applications."

"It has come to be practically a sort of rule in literature that a man having once shown himself capable of original writing is entitled thenceforth to steal from the writings of others at discretion."
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