Humanity is made up of an infinity of different individuals. Each of us travels for motives exclusively his own.

One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.

When I crossed Asia with my friend Peter Fleming, we spoke to no one but each other during many months, and we covered exactly the same ground. Nevertheless my journey differed completely from his.

Not only does travel give us a new system of reckoning, it also brings to the fore unknown aspects of our own self. Our consciousness being broadened and enriched, we shall judge ourselves more correctly.

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

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