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.

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.

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

If I know your sect, I anticipate your argument

What we seek we shall find; what we flee from flees from us.