Richard Lee calculated that a Bushman child will be carried a distance of 4,900 miles before he begins to walk on his own. Since, during this rhythmic phase, he will be forever naming the contents of his territory, it is impossible he will not become a poet.

I never liked Jules Verne, believing that the real was always more fantastic than the fantastical.

A journey is a fragment of Hell.

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

A Sufi manual, the Kashf-al-Mahjub, says that, towards the end of his journey, the dervish becomes the Way not the wayfarer, i.e. a place over which something is passing, not a traveller following his own free will.

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.

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