Shall we ever see the 10 million things of the universe simultaneously in order to be the all? I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.

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.

The true traveller is the one urged to move about for physical, aesthetic, intellectual as well as spiritual reasons.

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

Happiness is the intoxication produced by the moment of poise between a satisfactory past and an immediate future, rich with promise.

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.