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

I refuse to imprison our acts in the rigid mould of sentences.

I am sure that instinctively we wish to be everything, to possess it-why cut the rose or marry the man, otherwise?

When the heart speaks, its language is the same under all latitudes.

One travels to escape from it all, but that is the great illusion: It cannot be done, since one travels with one's mind.

Others are keen to see if natives other than us live better than we do, without heat in pipes, ice in boxes, sunshine in bulbs, music on disks, or images gliding over a pale screen.

One of the main points about travelling is to develop in us a feeling of solidarity, of that oneness without which no better world is possible.