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 will only ever be drawn to people who suffer from that special and fertile anguish called self-doubt, or the thirst for the ideal, and desire for the soul's mystical fire. Self-satisfaction because of some material accomplishment will never be for me. The truly great are those who quest for better spiritual selves.

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

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

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

To be alone is to be free, and freedom was the only happiness accessible to my nature.

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