He who travels to be amused, or to get somewhat which he does not carry, travels away from himself, and grows old even in youth among old things. Travelling is a fool’s paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. But the rage of travelling is a symptom of a deeper unsoundness affecting the whole intellectual action. The intellect is vagabond, and our system of education fosters restlessness. However, our minds travel when our bodies are forced to stay at home.