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

One of the main points about travelling is to develop in us a feeling of solidarity, of that oneness without which no better world is possible.

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

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

One travels so as to learn once more how to marvel at life in the way a child does. And blessed be the poet, the artist who knows how to keep alive his sense of wonder.

Travel can also be the spirit of adventure somewhat tamed, for those who desire to do something they are a bit afraid of.

When I look at something, it is certain that for an instant I am one with what I see.