When I look at something, it is certain that for an instant I am one with what I see.

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.

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.

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.

When I look at something, it is certain that for an instant I am one with what I see.

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

One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.