A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

He who does not know how to look back at where he came from will never get to his destination.

Today we are afraid of simple words like goodness and mercy and kindness. We don't believe in the good old words because we don't believe in good old values anymore. And that's why the world is sick.

When Small men begin to cast big shadows, it means that the sun is about to set.

Society can exist only on the basis that there is some amount of polished lying and that no one says exactly as he thinks.