The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.
Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.
A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles.
Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.
Half of the fun of travel is the aesthetic of lostness.
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.
And if travel is like love, it is, in the end, mostly because it’s a heightened state of awareness, in which we are mindful, receptive, undimmed by familiarity and ready to be transformed. That is why the best trips, like the best love affairs, never really end.