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.

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

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.

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

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.