Travelling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go.
Ralph Waldo Emerson on If You Demand Magic, Magic Won't Help
This reminds me of Socrates' quip:
How can you wonder your travels do you no good, when you carry yourself around with you?
It is the beginning of a new year, and time for the beginning of a new rationality quotes thread.
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