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

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.

Others are keen to see if natives other than us live better than we do, without heat in pipes, ice in boxes, sunshine in bulbs, music on disks, or images gliding over a pale screen.

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.

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

Those who appreciate the ways of simple tribes, where every activity is direct and immediately understandable, are able to live among them.

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