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

I wanted to learn a few foreign languages, and therefore I had to go abroad.

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

Certain travelers give the impression that they keep moving because only then do they feel fully alive.

Not only does travel give us a new system of reckoning, it also brings to the fore unknown aspects of our own self. Our consciousness being broadened and enriched, we shall judge ourselves more correctly.

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

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.