The benefits of the accomplished journey cannot be weighed in terms of perfect moments, but in terms of how this journey affects and changes our character.

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

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

Those who appreciate the ways of simple tribes, where every activity is direct and immediately understandable, are able to live among them.

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

Not only does travel give us a new system of reckoning, it also brings to the fore unknown aspects of our own self. Our consciousness being broadened and enriched, we shall judge ourselves more correctly.

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