"Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world."
"I am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whistling arrows, my galloping horse. Always the sound of the same wave eating away at the world"
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Source: Gustave Flaubert (1991). “Early Writings”, p.147, U of Nebraska Press
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