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And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
Travel teaches toleration.
A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.
Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try to understand each other, we may even become friends.
The perfect journey is circular—the joy of departure and the joy of return.
What is traveling? Changing your place? By no means! Traveling is changing your opinions and your prejudices.
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.
There ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.
The rule for traveling abroad is to take our common sense with us, and leave our prejudices behind.
A good traveler is one who does not know where he is going. A perfect traveler does not know where he came from.
Be careful going in search of adventure—it's ridiculously easy to find.
Most travel is best of all in the anticipation or the remembering; the reality has more to do with losing your luggage.
Thanks to the Interstate Highway System, it is now possible to travel across the country from coast to coast without seeing anything.
The average tourist wants to go to places where there are no tourists.
Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.
For travel to be delightful, one must have a good place to leave and return to.
Traveling is like falling in love; the world is made new.
Not all those who wander are lost.
Americans have always been eager for travel, that being how they got to the New World in the first place.
Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will—whatever we may think.
I wouldn't mind seeing China if I could come back the same day.
There is nothing so good for the human soul as the discovery that there are ancient and flourishing civilized societies which have somehow managed to exist for many centuries and are still in being though they have had no help from the traveler in solving their problems.
Experience, travel - these are an education in themselves.
Unusual travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.
Travel seems not just a way of having a good time, but something that every self-respecting citizen ought to undertake, like a high-fiber diet, say, or a deodorant.
They spell it Vinci and pronounce it Vinchy foreigners always spell better than they pronounce.
When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul.
Travel by sea nearly approximates the bliss of babyhood. They feed you, rock you gently to sleep and when you wake up, they take care of you and feed you again.
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.
I should like to spend the whole of my life in traveling abroad, if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend afterwards at home.
To give you an idea of how fast we traveled: we left Spokane with two rabbits and when we got to Topeka, we still had only two.
It's amazing how nice people are to you when they know you're going away.
Restore human legs as a means of travel. Pedestrians rely on food for fuel and need no special parking facilities.
He who must travel happily must travel light.
Travel is broadening' particularly where Ihe food and drink are good. Bui the journey home is an exultant occasion.
Thanks to the miles of super highways under construction, America will soon be a wonderful place to drive—if you don't want to stop.
Though it may be inessential to the imagination. travelling is necessary to an understanding of men.
Traveling may be one of two things — an experience we shall always remember, or an experience, which alas, we shall never forget.
Once a place becomes special, it's no longer special.
The yearning of the provincial for the capital is a quite exceptional passion. It sets in early, and until it is satisfied it does not let go. It draws its subjects into a strange world where trains and hotels take on an exceptional significance. Many suffering from it become travelers, but perhaps they are aware that travel is simply an extension of that first uprooting, a desire to repeat that first incomparable shock.
When does this place get to England?
Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will-whatever we may think.
Everybody wants to be someplace he ain't. As soon as he gets there he wants to go right back.
I shall always be glad to have seen it - for the same reason Papa gave for being glad to have seen Lisbon — namely, that it will be unnecessary for me ever to see it again.
When in Rome, live in the Roman style.
He who does not travel will not know the value of men.
A THOUGHT ABROAD It's all very well to play up the allure of whatever it is you are selling; but it's over the odds when a sight-seeing tour turns out to be mainly smell-smelling.
People often ask me where they might go to find adventure. Adventure is not something you must travel to find, I tell them, it's something you take with you.
The great object in life is Sensation—to feel that we exist, even though in pain; it is this "craving void" which drives us to gaming, to battle, to travel, to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.
Life, as the most ancient of all metaphors insists, is a journey; and the travel book, in its deceptive simulation of the journey's fits and starts, rehearses life's own fragmentation. More even than the novel, it embraces the contingency of things.
Some minds improve by travel—others, Rather, resemble copper wire or brass, Which gets the narrower by going farther!
Like love, travel makes you innocent again.
This is what holidays, travels, vacations are about. It is not really rest or even leisure we chase. We strain to renew our capacity for wonder, to shock ourselves into astonishment once again.
Of all possible subjects, travel is the most difficult for an artist, as it is the easiest for a journalist.
Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience.
Certainly, travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.
A part, a large part, of travelling is an engagement of the ego v. the world.
All the earth is seamed with roads, and all the sea is furrowed with the tracks of ships, and over all the roads and all the waters a continuous stream of people passes up and down—traveling, as they say, for their pleasure. What is it, I wonder, that they go out for to see?
In America there are two classes of travel—first class, and with children.
Not so many years ago there was no simpler or more intelligible notion than that of going on a journey. Travel—movement through space—provided the universal metaphor for change.
Like a chastity belt, the package tour keeps you out of mischief but a bit restive for wondering what you missed.
One's travel life is basically as incommunicable as his sex life is.
Travel is like adultery: one is always tempted to be unfaithful to one's own country.
Travelling is the ruin of all happiness! There's no looking at a building here after seeing Italy.
To me travel is a triple delight: anticipation, performance, and recollection. The purest of these probably is anticipation, heightened and spurred by travel literature. Others may cling to master stylists, but for unadulterated reading bliss give me travel folders.
Like building a house, travel always costs more than you estimate.
The travel writer seeks the world we have lost—the lost valleys of the imagination.
To lose your prejudices you must travel.
Some travelers are drawn forward by a goal lying before them in the way iron is drawn to the magnet. Others are driven on by a force lying behind them. In such a way the bowstring makes the arrow fly.
Too often travel, instead of broadening the mind, merely lengthens the conversation.
Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.
No doubt, to a man of sense, travel offers advantages. As many languages as he has, as many friends, as many arts and trades, so many times is he a man. A foreign country is a point of comparison, wherefrom to judge his own.
The only aspect of our travels that is guaranteed to hold an audience is disaster.
I believe that travelling is as much a passion as love, poetry, or ambition.
We travel to learn; and I have never been in any country where they did not do something better than we do it, think some thoughts better than we think, catch some inspiration from heights above our own.
We travel not to discover new lands or new people, but new selves.
It is better to travel well than to arrive.
All travel has its advantages. If the passenger visits better countries, he may learn to improve his own. And if fortune carries him to worse, he may learn to enjoy it.
There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.
A good traveller has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.
A traveller without observation is a bird without wings.
A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles.
A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.
A wise traveller never despises his own country.
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveller is unaware.
All the pathos and irony of leaving one's youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel: one knows that the first joy can never be recovered, and the wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.
Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.
He who does not travel does not know the value of men.
I have found out that there ain't no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.
I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.
If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion, and avoid the people, you might better stay at home.
Like all great travellers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.
No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.
Once you have travelled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quiestest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.
One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
People travel to faraway places to watch, in fascination, the kind of people they ignore at home.
The first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.
The journey, not the arrival, matters.
The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
There are no foreign lands. It is the traveller only who is foreign.
There is no moment of delight in any pilgrimage like the beginning of it.
To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.
To my mind, the greatest reward and luxury of travel is to be able to experience everyday things as if for the first time, to be in a position in which almost nothing is so familiar it is taken for granted.
To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong about other countries.
Tourists don't know where they've been, travellers don't know where they're going.
Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind.
Travel does what good novelists also do to the life of everyday, placing it like a picture in a frame or a gem in its setting, so that the intrinsic qualities are made more clear. Travel does this with the very stuff that everyday life is made of, giving to it the sharp contour and meaning of art.
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.
Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.
Travelling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things—air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky—all things tending towards the Cesare Pavese eternal or what we imagine of it. Travel is more than the seeing of sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less travelled by.
Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.
What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do—especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.
When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.
We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm, and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.
Your true traveller finds boredom rather agreeable than painful. It is the symbol of his liberty—his excessive freedom. He accepts his boredom, when it comes, not merely philosophically, but almost with pleasure.