These make me ache...

Real adventure - self-determined, self-motivated, often risky - forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind, and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black and white.

What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do - especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.

The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.

All the pathos and irony of leaving one's youth behind is implicit in every joyous moment of travel: one knows that the first joy can never be recovered, and the wise traveler lears not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

But things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.

To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleansantest sensations in the world.

Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.

Tourists don't know where they've been, travelers don't know where they're going.

I have found out that there ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.

Too often travel, instead of broadening the mind, merely lengthens the conversation.