Words Are Impotent To Describe

One Travels So As To Learn Once More How To Marvel At Life In The Way A Child Does. And Blessed Be The Poet, The Artist Who Knows How To Keep Alive His Sense Of Wonder.

The Usual Channels Of University Studies Or Secretarial Work Did Not Appeal To Me. I Cherished Difficult Dreams Through Confidence In Myself.

Humanity Is Made Up Of An Infinity Of Different Individuals. Each Of Us Travels For Motives Exclusively His Own.

Certain Travelers Give The Impression That They Keep Moving Because Only Then Do They Feel Fully Alive.

Only When One Is Able To Grasp Wideness Can One Possess It.