I am sure that instinctively we wish to be everything, to possess it-why cut the rose or marry the man, otherwise?

Others are keen to see if natives other than us live better than we do, without heat in pipes, ice in boxes, sunshine in bulbs, music on disks, or images gliding over a pale screen.

One travels to escape from it all, but that is the great illusion: It cannot be done, since one travels with one's mind.

Those who appreciate the ways of simple tribes, where every activity is direct and immediately understandable, are able to live among them.

Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.

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.

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

We want to feel that this earth is all ours, like our parents' house when we were children.

The benefits of the accomplished journey cannot be weighed in terms of perfect moments, but in terms of how this journey affects and changes our character.

I did not want to be depressed by the gap existing between my weakness and my ambition.

The timelessness of a concept has to be woven into the running warp of dying time, vertical power has to be wedded to the horizontal earth.

I refuse to imprison our acts in the rigid mould of sentences.

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

Shall we ever see the 10 million things of the universe simultaneously in order to be the all? I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.

Travel can also be the spirit of adventure somewhat tamed, for those who desire to do something they are a bit afraid of.

I wanted to learn a few foreign languages, and therefore I had to go abroad.

Not only does travel give us a new system of reckoning, it also brings to the fore unknown aspects of our own self. Our consciousness being broadened and enriched, we shall judge ourselves more correctly.

The sooner we learn to be jointly responsible, the easier the sailing will be.

From the beginning, I wanted to live my own life, and patiently I shored up that desire against wind and tide.

We must develop a deeper interest and greater understanding of the people we meet here or abroad. Like us, they are passengers on board that mysterious ship called life.

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.

One of the main points about travelling is to develop in us a feeling of solidarity, of that oneness without which no better world is possible.

When I crossed Asia with my friend Peter Fleming, we spoke to no one but each other during many months, and we covered exactly the same ground. Nevertheless my journey differed completely from his.

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

The state of minds vary according to the angle under which one examines them.

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

You can feel as brave as Columbus starting for the unknown the first time you enter a Chinese lane full of boys laughing at you, or when you risk climbing down in a Tibetan pub for a meal of rotten meat.

I am sure that instinctively we wish to be everything, to possess it-why cut the rose or marry the man, otherwise?

The true traveller is the one urged to move about for physical, aesthetic, intellectual as well as spiritual reasons.

When I look at something, it is certain that for an instant I am one with what I see.

There is only one valid species of voyage, which is walk towards the men.

That idea of escapism... these words could sum up my life.

Humanity is made up of an infinity of different individuals. Each of us travels for motives exclusively his own.

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

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

The wideness of the horizon has to be inside us, cannot be anywhere but inside us, otherwise what we speak about is geographic distances.

The usual channels of university studies or secretarial work did not appeal to me. I cherished difficult dreams through confidence in myself.

Only when one is able to grasp wideness can one possess it.

One travels so as to learn once more how to marvel at life in the way a child does. And blessed be the poet, the artist who knows how to keep alive his sense of wonder.

I can see now that a concept or even a feeling makes no sense unless out of our substance we spin around it a web of references, of relationships, of values.

The wideness of the horizon has to be inside us cannot be anywhere but inside us otherwise what we speak about is geographic distances.

Roosevelt's magic lay in one facet of his personality: He knew how to take the risk. No other man in public life I knew could so readily take the challenge of the new.

Man was born free, and he is everywhere in chains.

Photography is a major force in explaining man to man.

The world is... the natural setting of, and field for, all my thoughts and all my explicit perceptions. Truth does not inhabit only the inner man, or more accurately, there is no inner man, man is in the world, and only in the world does he know himself.

I am neither a child, a young man, nor an ancient; nor am I of any caste.

I want the municipality to be a helping hand to the man with a desire of sympathy, to help the fallen when it is not in their power to help themselves.

I always looked for a man to rescue me and bring me happiness. I bought into that myth, of course, and looked for my own Prince Charming.

A desire to be observed, considered, esteemed, praised, beloved, and admired by his fellows is one of the earliest as well as the keenest dispositions discovered in the heart of man.