"As in the morning, he saw the trees pass by, the thatched roofs,

the cultivated fields, and the dissolving views of the country

which change at every turn of the road. Such scenes are sometimes

sufficient for the soul, and almost do away with thought.

To see a thousand objects for the first and for the last time.

What can be deeper and more melancholy? To travel is to be born

and to die at every instant." - Les Miserables