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.

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

Happiness is the intoxication produced by the moment of poise between a satisfactory past and an immediate future, rich with promise.

Every time I took a long leave from home, I felt as if I were going to conquer the world. Or rather, take possession of what is my birthright, my inheritance.

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 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.

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.