When I was at home, I was in a better place, but travellers must be content.
We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one and noble function of the time, move.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
We take to the breeze, we go as we please.
We are all travellers in what John Bunyan calls the wilderness of this world, – all, too, travellers with a donkey; and the best that we find in our travels is an honest friend.
Travelling, whether in the mental or the physical world, is a joy, and it is good to know that, in the mental world at least, there are vast countries still very imperfectly explored.
Travelling, say what we will, is one of the saddest pleasures in life.[Voyager est, quoi qu’on en puisse dire, un des plus tristes plaisirs de la vie.]
Travel makes one modest: one sees what a tiny place one occupies in the world.[Cela rend modeste de voyager; on voit quelle petite place on occupe dans le monde.]
Travel is never a matter of money but of courage.[Viajar nunca é uma questão de dinheiro, mas de coragem.]
Toil without song is like a weary journey without an end.
To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.
