Well, enough of this introspection. It’s depressing, quite frankly.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself than a hundred years of quiet introspection.
Know thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.