Words Are Impotent To Describe Certain Emotions.

The Sooner We Learn To Be Jointly Responsible, The Easier The Sailing Will Be.

There Is Only One Valid Species Of Voyage, Which Is Walk Towards The Men.

One Travels To Run Away From Routine, That Dreadful Routine That Kills All Imagination And All Our Capacity For Enthusiasm.

I Refuse To Imprison Our Acts In The Rigid Mould Of Sentences.

Certain Travelers Give The Impression That They Keep Moving Because Only Then Do They Feel Fully Alive.