I am not afraid of death, but would not want to die in some obscure or pointless way.

The savage hatred I feel for crowds is getting worse, natural enemies that they are of imagination and of thought.

I am not afraid of death, but would not want to die in some obscure or pointless way.

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

Life on the open road is liberty... to be alone, to have few needs, to be unknown, everywhere a foreigner and at home, and to walk grandly and solitarily in conquest of the world.

For now it seems that by advancing into unknown territories, I entered into my life

While to live in the past and think of what was good and beautiful about it amounts to a sort of seasoning of the present, the perennial wait for tomorrow is bound to result in chronic discontent that poisons one's entire outlook.