The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.

Other than to amuse himself, why should a man pretend to know where he's going or understand what he sees?

Historical awareness is a kind of resurrection.

At the beginning we learn to travel, then we travel to learn.

There are two kinds of adventurers: those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won't.

Without the errors, wrong turns and blind alleys, without the doubling back and misdirection and fumbling and chance discoveries, there was not one bit of joy in walking the labyrinth.

No yesterdays on the road.