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

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.

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.

That idea of escapism... these words could sum up my life.

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.

Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.

We want to feel that this earth is all ours, like our parents' house when we were children.