A pen and a notebook and a reasonable amount of discrimination will change a journey from a mere annual into a perennial, its pleasures and pains renewable at will.

From love one can only escape at the price of life itself; and no lessening of sorrow is worth exile from that stream of all things human and divine.

The art of learning fundamental common values is perhaps the greatest gain of travel to those who wish to live at ease among their fellows.

The beckoning counts, and not the clicking of the latch behind you.

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

I first noticed how the sound of water is like the talk of human voices, and would sometimes wake in the night and listen, thinking that a crowd of people were coming through the woods.

You will, if you're wise and know the art of travel, let yourself go on the stream of the unknown and accept whatever comes in the spirit in which the gods may offer it.