I did not want to be depressed by the gap existing between my weakness and my ambition.

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

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.

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

When the heart speaks, its language is the same under all latitudes.

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

The state of minds vary according to the angle under which one examines them.