To travel is to live.

The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.

The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.

Human beings, on the contrary, have a soul which lives forever, lives after the body has been turned to dust. It rises up through the clear, pure air beyond the glittering stars.

Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.

I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars.