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

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

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

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.

One travels so as to learn once more how to marvel at life in the way a child does. And blessed be the poet, the artist who knows how to keep alive his sense of wonder.

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

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.