Finding a sanctuary, a place apart from time, is not so different from finding a faith.
The more ways we have to connect, the more many of us seem desperate to unplug.
The open road is the school of doubt in which man learns faith in man.
Everyone is a Wordsworth in certain moods, and every traveler seeks out places that every traveler has missed.
For me the first great joy of traveling is simply the luxury of leaving all my beliefs and certainties at home, and seeing everything I thought I knew in a different light, and from a crooked angle.
...home lies in the things you carry with you everywhere and not the ones that tie you down.