No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from.

Today we are afraid of simple words like goodness and mercy and kindness. We don't believe in the good old words because we don't believe in good old values anymore. And that's why the world is sick.

Ignorance is the softest pillow on which a man can rest his head.

When Small men begin to cast big shadows, it means that the sun is about to set.