Your true traveller finds boredom rather agreeable than painful. It is the symbol of his liberty - his excessive freedom. He accepts his boredom, when it comes, not merely philosophically, but almost with pleasure.
Aldous Huxley
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- The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which mean never losing your enthusiasm.
- The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different.
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