I refuse to imprison our acts in the rigid mould of sentences.

The true traveller is the one urged to move about for physical, aesthetic, intellectual as well as spiritual reasons.

Shall we ever see the 10 million things of the universe simultaneously in order to be the all? I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.

The benefits of the accomplished journey cannot be weighed in terms of perfect moments, but in terms of how this journey affects and changes our character.

The usual channels of university studies or secretarial work did not appeal to me. I cherished difficult dreams through confidence in myself.

One travels to escape from it all, but that is the great illusion: It cannot be done, since one travels with one's mind.

I did not want to be depressed by the gap existing between my weakness and my ambition.

We want to feel that this earth is all ours, like our parents' house when we were children.

I am sure that instinctively we wish to be everything, to possess it - why cut the rose or marry the man, otherwise?

I gained direct knowledge of the life of the poor in big towns: I have lived the narrowing mechanism of its conditioning and feared it.

You can feel as brave as Columbus starting for the unknown the first time you enter a Chinese lane full of boys laughing at you, or when you risk climbing down in a Tibetan pub for a meal of rotten meat.

Those who appreciate the ways of simple tribes, where every activity is direct and immediately understandable, are able to live among them.

I am sure that instinctively we wish to be everything, to possess it -- why cut the rose or marry the man, otherwise?

When the heart speaks, its language is the same under all latitudes.

You do not travel if you are afraid of the unknown, you travel for the unknown, that reveals you with yourself.

Others are keen to see if natives other than us live better than we do, without heat in pipes, ice in boxes, sunshine in bulbs, music on disks, or images gliding over a pale screen.

We must develop a deeper interest and greater understanding of the people we meet here or abroad. Like us, they are passengers on board that mysterious ship called life.

It is always our own self that we find at the end of the journey. The sooner we face that self, the better.

From the beginning, I wanted to live my own life, and patiently I shored up that desire against wind and tide.

That idea of escapism... these words could sum up my life.