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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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