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.

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

Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.

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

We must develop a deeper interest and greater understanding of the people we meet here or abroad. Like us, they are passengers on board that mysterious ship called life.

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.

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