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

If this were so; if the desert were 'home'; if our instincts were forged in the desert; to survive the rigours of the desert - then it is easier to understand why greener pastures pall on us; why possessions exhaust us, and why Pascal's imaginary man found his comfortable lodgings a prison.

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

I haven't got any special religion this morning. My God is the God of Walkers. If you walk hard enough, you probably don't need any other god.

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

When people start talking of man's inhumanity to man it means they haven't actually walked far enough.

Music… is a memory bank for finding one’s way about the world.