No yesterdays on the road.

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

Adventure is putting one's ignorance into motion.

Spirit can go anywhere. In fact, it has to go places so it can change and emerge like in the migrations. That's the whole idea.

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.

A true journey, no matter how long the travel takes, has no end.

Memory is each man's own last measure, and for some, the only achievement.