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

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 refuse to imprison our acts in the rigid mould of sentences.

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

The state of minds vary according to the angle under which one examines them.

From the beginning, I wanted to live my own life, and patiently I shored up that desire against wind and tide.

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