I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I have ended up where I intended to be.

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.

There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.

What you have done becomes the judge of what you are going to do, especially in other people's minds. When you are travelling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.

The most important trip you may take in life is meeting people halfway.

I know I'd leave if I knew where to go.

If I leave here tomorrow would you still remember me? Well, I must be travelling on now, there's so many places I have to see.

People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost.

Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and celebrate the journey.

This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked away in high heels. They pretended they weren't crying, that is wasn't the worst day of their lives. That they didn't want their mothers to come running after them, begging their forgiveness, that they wouldn't have gone down on their knees and thanked God if they could stay.

And although we are no better for it, they tell you to go. And you do.

The bed was stale with my childhood, and I could not move to another city where the worthy make a new life.

The longer I walk, the farther I am from everything. One foot in front of the other. The hours pass. One foot in front of the other. The years pass. The colors of arrival fade. That is the way I do it.

In a field, I am the absense of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am, I am what is missing. When I walk, I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.

Loving what we have, than to think of how it is: such small beings as we travel in the dark with no visible way or end in sight.

He journeyed, forever joyless.

We are all pilgrims on the same journey - but some pilgrims have better road maps.

I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.