John Kendrick Bangs Quotes

All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.

I'd love to have a proper sailing boat and go around the world.

Wayfarer, the only way is your footsteps, there is no other. Wayfarer, there is no way, you make the way as you go. As you go, you make the way and stopping to look behind, you see the path that your feet will never travel again. Wayfarer, there is no way- Only foam trails to the sea.

XXIX Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking. Traveller, the path is your tracks And nothing more. Traveller, there is no path The path is made by walking. By walking you make a path And turning, you look back At a way you will never tread again Traveller, there is no road Only wakes in the sea.

Hitchhiking was such a pure form of existence. You'd wake up in the morning, and you'd have no idea what your day was going to be. And that's something I've never been able to shake. I loved that.

Movement has been one of the few constants in my life, and I always feel a great sense of optimism when I set off to a new place.

Not all those who wander are lost.

I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.

I have wandered all my life, and I have also traveled; the difference between the two being this, that we wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.

A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from.

Every place but that in which one is born is equally strange and wondrous. Once beyond the bounds of the city walls, and none knows what may happen. We have stepped forth into the Land of Faerie, but at least we are in the open air.

My life is the road, man. I need to keep moving.

Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea. Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar.

Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.

Here today, up and off to somewhere else tomorrow! Travel, change, interest, excitement! The whole world before you, and a horizon that's always changing!

Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?

Those who spread their sails in the right way to the winds of the earth will always find themselves born by a current towards the open seas.

To travel is to live.

Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!

Life is a journey through a foreign land.

The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.

We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.

I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.

My direction? Anywhere. Because one is always nearer by not keeping still.

As far as I am concerned I wish to be out on the high seas. I wish to take my chances with wind, and wave, and star. And I had rather go down in the glory and grandeur of the storm, than rot in any orthodox harbor.