Traveling offers you a hundred roads to adventure, and gives your heart wings.
Traveling — it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.
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.
You know I am not born to tread in the beaten track — the peculiar bent of my nature pushes me on.
My soul, my soul, where are you? Do you hear me? I speak, I call you—are you there? I have returned, here I am again. I have shaken the dust of all the lands from my feet, and I have come to you again, I am with you. After long years of long wandering, I have come to you anew. Shall I tell you everything I have seen, experienced, and drunk in? Or do you not want to hear about all the noise of life and the world? But one thing you must know, the one thing I have learned is that one must live this life. This life is the way, the long sought-after way to the unfathomable, which we call "divine". There is no other way. All other ways are false paths.
Never did I think so much, never did I realize my own existence so much, never was I so much alive, so much myself, as in those journeys which I made alone and on foot.