Most people can be at ease in a foreign country only when they are disparaging the inhabitants.
Love is a voyage too, a voyage with no destination except death, but a voyage of bliss.
Love is a journey with water and stars.[Amar es un viaje con agua y con estrellas.]
It is very easy to get ridiculously confused about the tenses of time travel, but most things can be resolved by a sufficiently large ego.
It is impossible to travel faster than light, and certainly not desirable, as one’s hat keeps blowing off.
It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most enriching things about traveling.[Il est toujours triste de partir d’un lieu où l’on sait que l’on ne reviendra jamais. Voilà de ces mélancolies qui sont peut-être une des choses les plus profitables des voyages.]
In this world, shipmates, sin that pays its way can travel freely, and without a passport; whereas Virtue, if a pauper, is stopped at all frontiers.
If a man knows he will sooner or later be robbed upon a journey, he will have a bottle of the best in every inn, and look upon all his extravagances as so much gained upon the thieves.
I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.
I see that it is by no means useless to travel, if a man wants to see something new.[Je m’aperçois qu’il n’est pas inutile de voyager, si l’on veut voir du nouveau.]
I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink life to the lees.
