Others are keen to see if natives other than us live better than we do, without heat in pipes, ice in boxes, sunshine in bulbs, music on disks, or images gliding over a pale screen.

The wideness of the horizon has to be inside us, cannot be anywhere but inside us, otherwise what we speak about is geographic distances.

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

Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.

Those who appreciate the ways of simple tribes, where every activity is direct and immediately understandable, are able to live among them.

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

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