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There is no foreign land; it is the traveller only that is foreign, and now and again, by a flash of recollection, lights up the contrasts of the ear.
The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.
A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.
To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong.