Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.
We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still.
Oh the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
The world is not in your books and maps, it’s out there.
Little by little, one travels far.
If adventures will not befall a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad.
A traveler I am, and a navigator, and every day I discover a new region within my soul.
One must travel, to learn.
The adrenaline and stress of an adventure are better than a thousand peaceful days.
Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.
When setting out on a journey do not seek advice from someone who never left home.
Travel brings power and love back into your life.
You don’t have to travel, but I find extended travel to be a helpful tool for reexamining yourself and the constraints you’ve artificially placed on your life. It’s easy to believe everything has to be done one way if you’re always in one place around the same people.
I don’t know where I am going, but I am on my way.
What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
Listen – are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
Make voyages. Attempt them. There’s nothing else.
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.
Now, bring me that horizon.
Travel far enough, you meet yourself.