I think that wherever your journey takes you, there are new gods waiting there, with divine patience - and laughter.
The wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.
Traveling is a fool's paradise.
We can be said only to fulfil our destiny in the place that gave us birth. I should on this account like well enough to spend the whole of my life in travelling abroad, if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend afterwards at home!
Just get on any major highway, and eventually it will dead-end in a Disney parking area large enough to have its own climate, populated by large nomadic families who have been trying to find their cars since the Carter administration.
Life on board a pleasure steamer violates every moral and physical condition of healthy life except fresh air. . . . It is a guzzling, lounging, gambling, dog's life. The only alternative to excitement is irritability.
A traveller must have the back of an ass to bear all, a tongue like the tail of a dog to flatter all, the mouth of a hog to eat what is set before him, the ear of a merchant to hear all and say nothing.
A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from.
When you travel you experience, in a very practical way, the act of rebirth. You confront completely new situations, the day passes more slowly, and on most journeys you don't even understand the language the people speak....You begin to be more accessible to others, because they may be able to help you in difficult situations.
What gives value to travel is fear. It is a fact that, at a certain moment, when we are so far from our own country, we are seized by a vague fear and an instinctive desire to go back to the protection of old habits. I look upon it more as an occasion for testing.
The wilderness does not make you forget your normal life so much as it removes the distractions for proper remembering.
I just travel all the time.
I know all we're doing is travelling without moving. Speed freak faster than a speedin' bullet, slow down. If I don't, I might just lose it, locked up. You've got me honey, locked up under heavy brakin', yeah. You know I've got to hang on, drive too fast, I might be last.
Look at that wonderful moonlight. It makes me long for the time when I can return home.
But why, oh why, do the wrong people travel, when the right people stay at home?
A man's mind grows narrow in a narrow place.
Always go onward; returning to a favored place you will only find your old footsteps washed away.
Do you think it's so snobbish, to want to see something besides one's fellow citizens abroad?
Travel is a fools paradise.
Does this boat go to Europe, France?
Never trust anything you read in a travel article.
There is a peculiar pleasure in riding out into the unknown. A pleasure which no second journey on the same trail ever affords.
In travelling I shape myself betimes to idleness And take fools' pleasure
I traveled a good deal all over the world, and I got along pretty good in all these foreign countries, for I have a theory that it's their country and they got a right to run it like they want to.
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
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