The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
What a long strange trip it’s been.
When you set sail for Ithaca, wish for the road to be long, full of adventures, full of knowledge.
Accept what life offers you and try to drink from every cup. All wines should be tasted; some should only be sipped, but with others, drink the whole bottle.
I now walk into the wild.
Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art.
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.
Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering.
Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are all alight. Then world behind and home ahead, We’ll wander back and home to bed. Mist and twilight, cloud and shade, Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
The beautiful journey of today can only begin when we learn to let go of yesterday.
I have learned that success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome while trying to succeed.
If the path before you is clear, you're probably on someone else's.
What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step.
There is only one way to learn. It’s through action. Everything you need to know you have learned through your journey.
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life – and travel – leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks – on your body or on your heart – are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.
Slow down and enjoy life. It’s not only the scenery you miss by going too fast – you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.
Cat: Where are you going? Alice: Which way should I go? Cat: That depends on where you are going. Alice: I don’t know. Cat: Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.