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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.

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

Traveling – it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.

Blessed are the curious for they shall have adventures.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. And venture belongs to the adventurous.

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

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

I travel because I’d rather look back at my life, saying ‘I can’t believe I did that’ instead of ‘if only I had’.

The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure.

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!”