Sir, with no intention to take offence, I deny your right to put words into my mouth.
I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.
It is the mark of a good action that it appears inevitable in retrospect.
After all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.
I have done my fiddling so long under Vesuvius that I have almost forgotten to play, and can only wait for the eruption and think it long of coming. Literally no man has more wholly outlived life than I. And still it's good fun.
All error, not merely verbal, is a strong way of stating that the current truth is incomplete.