To lose a passport was the least of one’s worries. To lose a notebook was a catastrophe.

Man's real home is not a house, but the Road, and that life itself is a journey to be walked on foot.

Travel doesn't merely broaden the mind. It makes the mind.

I haven't got any special religion this morning. My God is the God of Walkers. If you walk hard enough, you probably don't need any other god.

As a general rule of biology, migratory species are less 'aggressive' than sedentary ones.

Walking is a virtue, tourism is a deadly sin.

Music… is a memory bank for finding one’s way about the world.

When people start talking of man's inhumanity to man it means they haven't actually walked far enough.

Because they knew each other's thoughts, they even quarrelled without speaking.

And when you look along the way we've come, there are spirals of vultures wheeling.

The song and the land are one.

No one likes a straight road but the man who pays for it, or who, when he travels, is brute enough to wish to get to his journey's end.

In rural and struggling Lexington, Virginia, Lee's new postwar home, one writer joked darkly dollars were so scarce that they had to be introduced to one another when they met on Main Street.

Lord, spit on our eyes that we may see, how to wake up from this tragedy.

The purpose of man is like the purpose of a pollywog - to wiggle along as far as he can without dying; or, to hang to life until death takes him.

I lived in New York for a couple months. It seemed to me at first an incredibly clean place with well-dressed people and washed cars and bright-painted red-and-yellow streetcars and white buildings.

This is probably one of the most difficult challenges any parent could face - learning to love the other parent enough to make the children first.

I wish people would take more care of the countryside.

Life's too short to bullshit.

No, the only way to know what people think is to watch what they do, not what they say. Do they come back for more? Do you cause them to change their behavior? Can you make them smile?

Perfection does not come from belief or faith. Talk does not count for anything. Parrots can do that. Perfection comes through the disinterested performance of action.