One must use the weapons one finds in one's path.

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

I think it is impossible for human minds to think of Death as a final, irrevocable end to life.

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

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.

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