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.

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

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

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

Humanity is made up of an infinity of different individuals. Each of us travels for motives exclusively his own.

I had to live in the desert before I could understand the full value of grass in a green ditch.

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.