Traveling — it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.
I set out alone, having neither fellow-traveller in whose companionship I might find cheer, nor caravan whose party I might join, but swayed by an overmastering impulse within me and a desire long-cherished in my bosom to visit these illustrious sanctuaries.
The inhabitants of these islands are the most hospitable people I have ever encountered; they give freely of what they possess, asking nothing in return.
But do not ask me where I am going, As I travel in this limitless world, Where every step I take is my home.
Traveling — it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.
The purpose of life...is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.