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

I pictured a low timber house with a shingled roof, caulked against storms, with blazing log fires inside and the walls lined with all the best books, somewhere to live when the rest of the world blew up.

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

A journey is a fragment of Hell.

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.

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.

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