‘We really do not know what to call this inner compulsion. Something grows, and loses its moorings, so that the day comes when, none too sure of ourselves, we nevertheless leave for good. Travelling outgrows its motives, it soon proves sufficient in itself. You think you are making a trip, but soon it is the trip that is making you – or unmaking you’.
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it – but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
– Oliver Wendel Holmes
“Land was created to provide a place for boats to visit”.