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

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

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

Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.

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

Not only does travel give us a new system of reckoning, it also brings to the fore unknown aspects of our own self. Our consciousness being broadened and enriched, we shall judge ourselves more correctly.

The timelessness of a concept has to be woven into the running warp of dying time, vertical power has to be wedded to the horizontal earth.