Quote#Time
On the morning of January 11th, 1860, I passed, for the eighth time,…
Quote byRichard Henry Dana · 1815–1882
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Twenty-Four Years After (1869).
English (original)
On the morning of January 11th, 1860, I passed, for the eighth time, through the Golden Gate... As the shores of California faded in the distance, and the summits of the Coast Range sank under the blue horizon, I bade farewell — yes, I do not doubt, forever — to those scenes which, however changed or unchanged, must always possess an ineffable interest for me.
— Richard Henry Dana
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