When the heart speaks, its language is the same under all latitudes.

I gained direct knowledge of the life of the poor in big towns: I have lived the narrowing mechanism of its conditioning and feared it.

You do not travel if you are afraid of the unknown, you travel for the unknown, that reveals you with yourself.

One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.

Certain travellers give the impression that they keep moving because only then do they feel fully alive.

Every time I took a long leave from home, I felt as if I were going to conquer the world. Or rather, take possession of what is my birthright, my inheritance.

It is always our own self that we find at the end of the journey. The sooner we face that self, the better.

I had to live in the desert before I could understand the full value of grass in a green ditch.