When a torrent sweeps a man against a boulder you must expect him to scream and you need not be surprised if the scream is sometimes a theory.

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Books are good enough in their own way but they are a poor substitute for life.

Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a poor substitute for life.

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.

I travel not to go anywhere but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

I travel not to go anywhere but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.

Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.

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    For the born traveller, travelling is a besetting vice. Like other vices, it is imperious, demanding its victim’s time, money, energy and the sacrifice of comfort.

    When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I’m falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.

    When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I’m falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.

    The greatest loss of time is delay and expectation, which depend upon the future. We let go the present, which we have in our power, and look forward to that which depends upon chance, and so relinquish a certainty for an uncertainty.

    The greatest loss of time is delay and expectation, which depend upon the future. We let go the present, which we have in our power, and look forward to that which depends upon chance, and so relinquish a certainty for an uncertainty.

    We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infintesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future.

    We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infinitesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future. 

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