But these are small troubles, people will say. Yes, but they are drops which wear hollows in the rock.

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.

My life will be the best illustration of all my work.

To travel is to live.

So you're giving up? That's it? Okay, okay. We'll leave you alone, Quasimodo. We just thought, maybe you're made up of something much stronger.

It didn’t take much to turn a man solitary-being the new guy too often, being controversial now and then, a couple of unsuccessful attempts at a lasting relationship with a woman…

Mystique saturates, gluts the air, Adventure’s even more than rare, Excitement’s everywhere to share, And Novelty’s beyond compare.

Don't do anything that you're already not great at doing.

Well... you know, I would wake up with a terrible hangover in a jail somewhere and worst part was that I would not know why I was there.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

He will take good care to provide what is necessary for our sanctification, provided we are careful to accept everything according to His designs.

Be aware of yourself and know yourself. No matter how much you have learned and how much you know, if you don't know yourself you don't know anything.

The responsibility of an artist is to be honest with themselves.

I can certainly be my own worst critic and oftentimes forget to enjoy the here and now.