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.

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

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

I gained direct knowledge of the life of the poor in big towns: I have lived the narrowing mechanism of its conditioning and feared it.

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

The usual channels of university studies or secretarial work did not appeal to me. I cherished difficult dreams through confidence in myself.