“We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes and learn more about the world than our newspapers will accommodate. We travel ...”

“Writing is, in the end, that oddest of anomalies: an intimate letter to a stranger.”

“One of the strange laws of the contemplative life," Thomas Merton, one of its sovereign explorers, pointed out, "is that in it you do not sit down and solve problems: you bear with them until they ...”

“... a man sitting still is alone, often, with the memory of all he doesn't have. And what he does have can look very much like nothing.”

“Serendipity was my tour guide, assisted by caprice”

“And if travel is like love, it is, in the end, mostly because its a heightened state of awareness, in which we are mindful, receptive, in dimmed by familiarity and ready to be transformed. That is ...”

“The geographical pilgrimage is the symbolic acting out an inner journey. The inner journey is the interpolation of the meanings and signs of the outer pilgrimage. One can have one without the other...”

“Every traveler should make their own observation.”

“If perception is limited by experience, knowledge, and/or education, what deems my actions correct or my thoughts as moral?”

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”

“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”