We must develop a deeper interest and greater understanding of the people we meet here or abroad. Like us, they are passengers on board that mysterious ship called life.

One travels so as to learn once more how to marvel at life in the way a child does. And blessed be the poet, the artist who knows how to keep alive his sense of wonder.

I wanted to learn a few foreign languages, and therefore I had to go abroad.

It is always our own self that we find at the end of the journey. The sooner we face that self, the better.

One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.

The timelessness of a concept has to be woven into the running warp of dying time, vertical power has to be wedded to the horizontal earth.

I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.