From the beginning, I wanted to live my own life, and patiently I shored up that desire against wind and tide.

Happiness is the intoxication produced by the moment of poise between a satisfactory past and an immediate future, rich with promise.

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.

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

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

The benefits of the accomplished journey cannot be weighed in terms of perfect moments, but in terms of how this journey affects and changes our character.

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