See one promontory (said Socrates of old), one mountain, one sea, one river, and see all.

There ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.

I think that to get under the surface and really appreciate the beauty of any country, one has to go there poor.

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.

When a traveler returneth home, let him not leave the countries where he hath traveled altogether behind him.

There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.

One should always have one’s boots on and be ready to leave.

Thanks to the interstate highway system, it is now possible to travel from coast to coast without seeing anything.

More and more I like to take a train. I understand why the French prefer it to automobiling—it is so much more sociable, and of course these days so much more of an adventure, and the irregularity of its regularity is fascinating.

A traveler’s chief aim should be to make men wiser and better, and to improve their minds by the bad—as well as good—example of what they deliver concerning foreign places.

The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.

Those who travel heedlessly from place to place, observing only their distance from each other and attending only to their accommodation at the inn at night, set out fools, and will certainly return so.

All traveling becomes dull in exact proportion to its rapidity.