Travel doesn't merely broaden the mind. It makes the mind.

Walking is a virtue, tourism is a deadly sin.

Anything was better than to be loved for one's things.

Even today, when an Aboriginal mother notices the first stirrings of speech in her child, she lets it handle the "things" of that particular country: leaves, fruit, insects and so forth. "We give our children guns and computer games," Wendy said. "They gave their children the land."

Man's real home is not a house, but the Road, and that life itself is a journey to be walked on foot.

I learned about Chinese ceramics and African sculptures, I aired my scanty knowledge of the French Impressionists, and I prospered.

It's an old sailor's idea that every ship has a rope with one end made fast to her bows and the other held by the loved ones at home.