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

The wideness of the horizon has to be inside us, cannot be anywhere but inside us, otherwise what we speak about is geographic distances.

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.

Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.

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.

You do not travel if you are afraid of the unknown, you travel for the unknown, that reveals you with yourself.