For those who know the value of and exquisite taste of solitary freedom (for one is only free when alone), the act of leaving is the bravest and most beautiful of all.

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

Death does not frighten me, but dying obscurely and above all uselessly does.

The way I see it, there is no greater spiritual beauty than fanaticism, of a sort so sincere it can only end in martyrdom.

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

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.