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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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"Beautiful places are almost alive! When you visit them, you can feel their breaths!"
"As a very young man, I thought of Europe as a place that could not exist except in the imagination, in glorious dreams, and through the careful lies of the silver screen."
"Without travels, our existence, our memories, our literature, our dreams, our everything would be very poor, very boring, very limited!"
"The most beautiful thing about the most beautiful roads is that the destination is forgotten and the journey becomes the destination itself!"
"I am going to the USA to catch sight of a wild porcupine and to give some lectures."
"It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling."
"Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world."
"Of all possible debauches, traveling is the greatest that I know; that's the one they invented when they got tired of all the others."
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"When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world I thank God I am alive."
"As men's prayers are a disease of the will, so are their creeds a disease of the intellect."
"The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is, because man is disunited with himself."
"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."
"Language is fossil poetry. As the limestone of the continent consists of infinite masses of the shells of animalcules, so language is made up of images, or tropes, which now, in their secondary use, have long ceased to remind us of their poetic origin."
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