The True Traveller Is The

One Travels To Run Away From Routine, That Dreadful Routine That Kills All Imagination And All Our Capacity For Enthusiasm.

One Travels To Escape From It All, But That Is The Great Illusion: It Cannot Be Done, Since One Travels With One's Mind.

Shall We Ever See The 10 Million Things Of The Universe Simultaneously In Order To Be The All? I Am Convinced That To Live Is To Travel Towards The World's End.

When I Look At Something, It Is Certain That For An Instant I Am One With What I See.

Others Are Keen To See If Natives Other Than Us Live Better Than We Do, Without Heat In Pipes, Ice In Boxes, Sunshine In Bulbs, Music On Disks, Or Images Gliding Over A Pale Screen.