Infancy is the perpetual Messiah, which comes into the arms of fallen men, and pleads with them to return to paradise

Nor count compartments of the floors, But mount to paradise By the stairway of surprise.

Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places.

Infancy conforms to nobody; all conform to it.

The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.

Traveling is a fool's paradise... I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in Naples, and there besides me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.