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

Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.

The benefits of the accomplished journey cannot be weighed in terms of perfect moments, but in terms of how this journey affects and changes our character.

Only when one is able to grasp wideness can one possess it.

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

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

Travel can also be the spirit of adventure somewhat tamed, for those who desire to do something they are a bit afraid of.