I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.
We want to feel that this earth is all ours, like our parents' house when we were children.
I refuse to imprison our acts in the rigid mould of sentences.
The state of minds vary according to the angle under which one examines them.
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.
Not only does travel give us a new system of reckoning, it also brings to the fore unknown aspects of our own self. Our consciousness being broadened and enriched, we shall judge ourselves more correctly.