All of old. Nothing else ever.
Ever tried. Ever failed.
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
– Samuel Beckett

See, now they vanish, the faces and places,
with the self which, as it could, loved them,
to become renewed, transfigured, in another pattern.
– T.S. Eliot

Wherever my travels may lead, paradise is where I am.
– Voltaire

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