That idea of escapism... these words could sum up my life.

Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.

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.

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

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

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.

I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.