The traveller with empty pockets will sing in the thief 's face.

Travelers with naught sing in the robber's face

No one shall be a thief with me as his helper

I wish it, I command it. Let my will take the place of a reason.

I'm not a big traveller.

Like a real traveller, he looks for whatever he has in common with the people he encounters, to a point where the sense of otherness very often vanishes completely.