I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.
[T]he world is too much with us, and we are too much with ourselves. We need sometimes to escape into open solitudes, into aimlessness, into the moral holiday of running some pure hazard, in order to sharpen the edge of life, to taste hardship, and to be compelled to work desperately for a moment no matter what.
— George Santayana, “The Philosophy of Travel”
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