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

The usual channels of university studies or secretarial work did not appeal to me. I cherished difficult dreams through confidence in myself.

I gained direct knowledge of the life of the poor in big towns: I have lived the narrowing mechanism of its conditioning and feared it.

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.

Every time I took a long leave from home, I felt as if I were going to conquer the world. Or rather, take possession of what is my birthright, my inheritance.

Certain travelers give the impression that they keep moving because only then do they feel fully alive.

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