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 usual channels of university studies or secretarial work did not appeal to me. I cherished difficult dreams through confidence in myself.

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

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

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.

I gained direct knowledge of the life of the poor in big towns: I have lived the narrowing mechanism of its conditioning and feared it.

When I look at something, it is certain that for an instant I am one with what I see.