


Travel is an investment in yourself.

We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.

As the traveler who has once been from home is wiser than he who has never left his own doorstep, so a knowledge of one other culture should sharpen our ability to scrutinize more steadily, to appreciate more lovingly, our own.

I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.

Life cannot be understood flat on a page. It has to be lived; a person has to get out of his head, has to fall in love, has to memorize poems, has to jump off bridges into rivers, has to stand in an empty desert and whisper sonnets under his breath. We ge

Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my station.’

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.

If you can’t live longer, live deeper.

Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.

The traveler sees what he sees; the tourist sees what he has come to see.

If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion, and avoid the people, you might better stay home.

The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.

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.

When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.

I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question.

If Obama wins, I’m leaving the country. If Romney wins, I’m leaving the country. This has nothing to do with politics; I just want to travel.

Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness.

The traveler was active; he went strenuously in search of people, of adventure, of experience. The tourist is passive; he expects interesting things to happen to him. He goes ‘sight seeing.’

We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.

Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience.

Tourists don’t know where they’ve been; travelers don’t know where they’re going.
