Accommodation

Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

Reminds me of my safari in Africa. Somebody forgot the corkscrew and for several days we had to live on nothing but food and water.

A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving.

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

There’s only one place I want to go, and it’s to all the places I’ve never been to.

There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.

Life movies pretty fast, if you don’t stop and look around every once in a while, you could miss it.

Then I realized that to be more alive, I had to be less afraid. So I did it. I lost my fear and gained my whole life.

One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.

Better to see something once than to hear about it a thousand times.