Only when one is able to grasp wideness can one possess it.

I did not want to be depressed by the gap existing between my weakness and my ambition.

Humanity is made up of an infinity of different individuals. Each of us travels for motives exclusively his own.

I can see now that a concept or even a feeling makes no sense unless out of our substance we spin around it a web of references, of relationships, of values.

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

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.