Words Are Impotent To Describe

I Refuse To Imprison Our Acts In The Rigid Mould Of Sentences.

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

From The Beginning, I Wanted To Live My Own Life, And Patiently I Shored Up That Desire Against Wind And Tide.

Travel Can Also Be The Spirit Of Adventure Somewhat Tamed, For Those Who Desire To Do Something They Are A Bit Afraid Of.

I Wanted To Learn A Few Foreign Languages, And Therefore I Had To Go Abroad.