Travel, which is like a greater and a graver science, brings us back to ourselves.

How do you put everyone in the pool, so you have the right to dry yourself in the sun?

Have you noticed that only death arouses our emotions? How we love thee friends who have just passed away, right? How we admire those master who no longer speak, their mouths full of dirt. We them we are not obligated.

A craving for freedom and independence is generated only in a man still living on hope.

To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn't everything.

Mistakes are joyful, truth infernal.

And real nobility (that of the heart) is based on scorn, courage, and profound indifference.