I’ll tell you a secret. Something they don’t teach you in your temple. Gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

…I am touched by the frail wisdoms
lost in every man’s death—
his habit of books, of a key, of one body among others…

… it has left me with the sense that home is always a little bit beyond reach, a place both real and imagined, longed for, yet marked perpetually as elsewhere, brightly lit, vanishing.

Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your own way of thinking.

- Marcus Aurelius

There is probably a secret longing in you for the freedom to re-make your world.

The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.

Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.