One must never look for happiness: one meets it by the way.

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character.

Life on the open road is liberty... to be alone, to have few needs, to be unknown, everywhere a foreigner and at home, and to walk grandly and solitarily in conquest of the world.

A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.

But the vagrant owns the whole vast earth that ends only at the nonexistent horizon, and his empire is an intangible one, for his domination and enjoyment of it are things of the spirit.

For now it seems that by advancing into unknown territories, I entered into my life

I feel alone, free, and detached from everything in the world, and I'm happy.

From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.

The savage hatred I feel for crowds is getting worse, natural enemies that they are of imagination and of thought.

We are, all of us, poor wretches, and those who prefer not to understand this are even worse off than the rest of us.

De-calcify the pineal gland with the detergent of imagination

The last clear definite function of men—muscles aching to work, minds aching to create beyond the single need—this is man.

That lovely face sets off a fire inside me that isn't ever supposed to burn.

I had had to learn the difference between the bearable fatigue and the unbearable, the fatigue of fear. The first can be cured by a night's sleep; the second kills.

The outcome of successful planning always looks like luck to saps.

Constructing a social system that tends to those who agree with it is a piece of cake compared to constructing one that makes those who disagree with it want to obey its principles.

I truly believe fishing is like a washing machine for your brain

My life has taught me to be more curious than afraid.

But sometimes it's necessary to go back before you can go forward, really forward.

Communication without a purpose is artistic masturbation.