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

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.

Shall we ever see the 10 million things of the universe simultaneously in order to be the all? I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.

The sooner we learn to be jointly responsible, the easier the sailing will be.

It is always our own self that we find at the end of the journey. The sooner we face that self, the better.

Every time I took a long leave from home, I felt as if I were going to conquer the world. Or rather, take possession of what is my birthright, my inheritance.

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