I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.

It is always our own self that we find at the end of the journey. The sooner we face that self, the better.

The true traveller is the one urged to move about for physical, aesthetic, intellectual as well as spiritual reasons.

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.

Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.

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

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