Echoes

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.

It is only ideas gained from walking that have any worth.

Life is an unfoldment, and the further we travel the more truth we can comprehend.

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

Traveling offers you a hundred roads to adventure, and gives your heart wings.

Life is a journey, not a destination.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

A gift to those who contemplate the wonders of cities and the marvels of traveling.

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.

The world will hardly admit of an excuse for a man leaving a coast unexplored he has once discovered.

I believe it is in our nature to explore, to reach out into the unknown. The only true failure would be not to explore at all.

The person who has lived the most is not the one who has lived the longest, but the one with the richest experiences.

Learning never exhausts the mind.

Learn about pines from the pine, and about bamboo from the bamboo.

At the bottom of the fall we were able to stand again on dry land. The rope could not be recovered. We had flung down the adze from the top of the fall and also the logbook and the cooker wrapped in one of our blouses. That was all, except our wet clothes, that we brought out of the Antarctic, which we had entered a year and a half before with well-found ship, full equipment, and high hopes. That was all of tangible things; but in memories we were rich. We had pierced the veneer of outside things. We had "suffered, starved and triumphed, groveled down yet grasped at glory, grown bigger in the bigness of the whole. We had seen God in His splendours, heard the text that Nature renders." We had reached the naked soul of man.

We do not belong to those who have ideas only among books, when stimulated by books. It is our habit to think outdoors — walking, leaping, climbing, dancing.

In the beginner's mind there are many possibilities, in the expert's there are few.

A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.

The explorers of the past were great men and we should honour them. But let us not forget that their spirit lives on. It is still not hard to find a man who will adventure for the sake of a dream or one who will search, for the pleasure of searching, not for what he may find.

But do not ask me where I am going, As I travel in this limitless world, Where every step I take is my home.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.

I do not speak the minds of others except to speak my own mind better.

It is good for us that we sometimes have sorrows and adversities, for they often make a man lay to heart that he is only a stranger and sojourner, and may not put his trust in any worldly thing. It is good that we sometimes endure contradictions, and are hardly and unfairly judged, when we do and mean what is good. For these things help us to be humble, and shield us from vain-glory.