The truth is of course is that there is no journey. We are arriving and departing all at the same time.
Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime and departing leave behind us footprints on the sands of time.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun it falls tenderly yet sadly on the heart.
Romantic lovers require from each other at least the facade of reason: We desire to be what romantic love makes us appear in the other's eyes. We want to imagine we are deserving of the love we inspire.