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

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.

We must develop a deeper interest and greater understanding of the people we meet here or abroad. Like us, they are passengers on board that mysterious ship called life.

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

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

I did not want to be depressed by the gap existing between my weakness and my ambition.