The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.
Only emotion endures.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.
The best way to predict the future is to create it.
Travel isn’t just changing what’s outside, it’s reinventing what’s inside.
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and proclaiming ‘Wow! What a ride!’
You have brains in your head, you have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own and you know what you know. And you are the one who’ll decide where to go.
I now know, by an almost fatalistic conformity with the facts, that my destiny is to travel.
The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.
You don’t have to be rich to travel.
All that is gold does not glitter. All those who wonder are not lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
$1,000,000 dollars in the bank isn’t the fantasy. The fantasy is the lifestyle of complete freedom it supposedly allows.
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views on men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Money, of course, is still needed to survive, but time is what you need to live. So, save what little money you possess to meet basic survival requirements, but spend your time lavishly in order to create the life values that make the fire worth the candle. Dig?
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do, so throw off the bowlines, sail away from safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sail. Explore. Dream. Discover.