Details of the many walks I made along the crest have blurred, now, into a pleasing tapestry of grass and space and sunlight.

Although the vast majority of walkers never even think of using a walking staff, I unhesitatingly include it among the foundations of the house that travels on my back.

I had better admit right away that walking can in the end become an addiction ... even in this final stage it remains a delectable madness, very good for sanity, and I recommend it with passion.

Mostly, two miles an hour is good going.

I do what I do instinctively, and that’s me. If you like me, that’s fine; if you don’t like me then don’t watch me.

Life should be an unfinished business.

The best dress for walking is nakedness.