Some beautiful paths can’t be discovered without getting lost.

This is life.Learning to love through loss. Seeking warm pockets in the bitter cold. Finding the worth of a smile on a cloudy day. Carrying the weight of the world on weary shoulders—mistakes, sins, injustices—added...

Sleeping in a tinfoil suit keeps me warmer and helps prepare me for my voyage to the moon. Would you care for some licorice?

Life is a voyage across troubled waters where our days are often spent clinging to the top of the highest mast, scouting for a comforting glimpse of shore.

After every voyage, we bring with us renewed mind, refreshed soul and new viewpoints on life.

Cities were always like people, showing their varying personalities to the traveler. Depending on the city and on the traveler, there might begin a mutual love, or dislike, friendship, or enmity. Where one city will...

For are we not, all of us, wand’rers and strangers; and do we not, all of us, travel in danger or voyage uncharted seas?

This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive and feeling, as...

I celebrate myself, I paint and dance and sing myself, and what I assume you will assume, for every atom as of me as good belongs to dreamy You. I am a song. I am...

From all that I saw,and everywhere I wandered,I learned that time cannot be spent,It only can be squandered.

C’était mon premier grand départ. Si voyager seul, c’est voyager avec le Diable, je me félicite de l’avoir fait.

The world we made together is gone now. Silk and cinnamon do not bring it back to me as clearly as the smell of potatoes frying with onions, or the purr of a cat, or...

Il n’est pire exil que celui du coeur

Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things can not be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.

I had finally become aware of how much I was capable of, how little I had to lose, and how deep into Douglas’s soft sand I had sunk. Magellan’s letters, which Douglas had recited, had...

Sea-feverI must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song...

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

Science, my lad, has been built upon many errors; but they are errors which it was good to fall into, for they led to the truth.

Modern science has been a voyage into the unknown, with a lesson in humility waiting at every stop. Many passengers would rather have stayed home.

I wanted to create a voyage to the moon just for her, but what Ishould have given her was a real journey on earth.