People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars.…and they pass by themselves without wondering.
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Men go abroad to wonder the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering.
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Stir a cesspit and a foul stench arises; stir perfum and a delightful fragrance ascends. But the movement is identical.
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The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.
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Give me chastity and continence, but not quite yet.
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Do not believe yourself healthy. Immortality is health; this life is a long sickness.
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What am I then, my God? What is my nature? A life varied, multifaceted and truly immense.
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