A few days ago, I posted on the value of having a peaceful home to return to after a trip. It turns out that Henry David Thoreau thought much the same way, even though travel was much slower back in his day. Today, while reading a few pages of Heart of Thoreau’s Journal, I came across the following pair of statements:
At best, Paris could only be a school in which to learn to live here…. Only that travelling is good which reveals to me the value of home and enables me to enjoy it better. That man is the richest whose pleasures are the cheapest.