Others are keen to see if natives other than us live better than we do, without heat in pipes, ice in boxes, sunshine in bulbs, music on disks, or images gliding over a pale screen.

You do not travel if you are afraid of the unknown, you travel for the unknown, that reveals you with yourself.

It is always our own self that we find at the end of the journey. The sooner we face that self, the better.

I had to live in the desert before I could understand the full value of grass in a green ditch.

That idea of escapism... these words could sum up my life.

We must develop a deeper interest and greater understanding of the people we meet here or abroad. Like us, they are passengers on board that mysterious ship called life.

When I look at something, it is certain that for an instant I am one with what I see.

One of the main points about travelling is to develop in us a feeling of solidarity, of that oneness without which no better world is possible.

I gained direct knowledge of the life of the poor in big towns: I have lived the narrowing mechanism of its conditioning and feared it.

The wideness of the horizon has to be inside us, cannot be anywhere but inside us, otherwise what we speak about is geographic distances.

The sooner we learn to be jointly responsible, the easier the sailing will be.

There is nothing more important than your eternal salvation.

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy . . . well.

The young women in my classes are feisty and clever and believe, often with the passion of youthful optimism, that feminism is a battle already won. I worry for them - and for my daughters, too.

I began to write poetry when I was about four years old. In other words, I've always been writing poetry.

You will think less of the art, when you know the artist

A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.

Things that are seen are temporal; things that are unseen are eternal.

I'm the only one sitting alone, under the glowing neon sign which reads, "Complete and Total Loser, Not Quite Sane. Stay Away. Do Not Feed.

If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base,And speed glum heroes up the line of death.

Whether the gentleman is capable or not, he is loved all the same; conversely the petty man is loathed all the same.