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

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.

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 want to feel that this earth is all ours, like our parents' house when we were children.

Only when one is able to grasp wideness can one possess it.

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.

You can feel as brave as Columbus starting for the unknown the first time you enter a Chinese lane full of boys laughing at you, or when you risk climbing down in a Tibetan pub for a meal of rotten meat.