There is nothing that man fears more than the touch of the unknown.
He would like to start from scratch. Where is scratch?
A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.
Travelling, one accepts everything; indignation stays at home. One looks, one listens, one is roused to enthusiasm by the most dreadful things because they are new. Good travellers are heartless.
In eternity everything is just beginning.
Words are not too old, only people are too old if they use the same words too frequently.