According to the law of custom, and perhaps of reason, foreign travel completes the education of an English gentleman.

All traveling becomes dull in exact proportion to its rapidity.

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

I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.

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

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.

Our nature lies in movement; complete calm is death.

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

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

There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.

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

After midnight the moon set and I was alone with the stars. I have often said that the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, and I need no other flight to convince me that the reason flyers fly, whether they know it or not, is the aesthetic appeal of flying.

Travelers, poets, and liars are three words all of one significance.