To lose a passport was the least of one’s worries. To lose a notebook was a catastrophe.

To lose a passport was the least of one’s worries. To lose a notebook was a catastrophe.

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.

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.

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.

Walking is a virtue, tourism is a deadly sin.