Not all those who wander are lost.
PERIPATETIC, adj. Walking about. Relating to the philosophy of Aristotle, who, while expounding it, moved from place to place in order to avoid his pupil's objections. A needless precaution - they knew no more of the matter than he.
The world reveals itself to those who travel on foot.
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.
Every change of place becomes a delight.
I do quite a bit of traveling. But sometimes I just want to stay at home!
I love living on the road; I live out of a suitcase.
I left home at 17 and I've been on the road ever since.
I'm like a little boy from Virginia. I'm a backpacker. In my head, I'm left of centre. I come from the pool of weirdoes.
I've always been a gypsy.
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilisation, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints.
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.
I thrive on that nomadic lifestyle.
We humans for millions of years were nomadic. We associated freedom and well-being with the ability to move into open spaces, to find places more suited to hunting.
I like touring; I live on the road, more or less.
Yes, I'm a complete itinerant. I keep making attempts not to be, but then circumstances make me uproot and go somewhere else again. It's not the worst thing in the world at all; I love it. In fact, I'm probably horribly addicted to it.
I've lived a gypsy life and wouldn't know any other way to live.
I've always been a bit of a gypsy.
I'm going to be on the road for the rest of my life.
Genius, whether locked up in a cell or roaming at large, is always solitary.
My father was a good man, but he was a con man. He was a wanderer, nomadic.
Restless at home, and ever prone to range.
Traveling is the great true love of my life... I am loyal and constant in my love of travel. I feel about travel the way a happy new mother feels about her impossible, colicky, restless newborn baby - I just don't care what it puts me through. Because I adore it. Because it's mine. Because it looks exactly like me.
I rambled all the time. I was just like that, like a rollin' stone.
I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.
