We are, all of us, poor wretches, and those who prefer not to understand this are even worse off than the rest of us.

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.

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

From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.

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.

I feel alone, free, and detached from everything in the world, and I'm happy.

A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.