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.

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

I had to live in the desert before I could understand the full value of grass in a green ditch.

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

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

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