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

You can feel as brave as Columbus starting for the unknown the first time you enter a Chinese lane full of boys laughing at you, or when you risk climbing down in a Tibetan pub for a meal of rotten meat.

You do not travel if you are afraid of the unknown, you travel for the unknown, that reveals you with yourself.

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

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.

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.

I wanted to learn a few foreign languages, and therefore I had to go abroad.