I can see now that a concept or even a feeling makes no sense unless out of our substance we spin around it a web of references, of relationships, of values.

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

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

Certain travelers give the impression that they keep moving because only then do they feel fully alive.

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.

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

There is only one valid species of voyage, which is walk towards the men.