The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character.

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.

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

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

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

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

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