Traveling, you realize that differences are lost: each city takes to resembling all cities, places exchange their form, order, distances, a shapeless dust cloud invades the continents.
I think a major element of jetlag is psychological. Nobody ever tells me what time it is at home.
In America there are two classes of travel – first class, and with children.
Rome – the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
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.
It is better to travel well than to arrive.
The desire to fly is an idea handed down to us by our ancestors who… looked enviously on the birds soaring freely through space… on the infinite highway of the air.
When I go on Japanese Airlines, I really love it because I like Japanese food.
Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.
Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.
Travel is the frivolous part of serious lives, and the serious part of frivolous ones.
I have just returned from Boston. It is the only thing to do if you find yourself up there.
The traveler was active; he went strenuously in search of people, of adventure, of experience. The tourist is passive; he expects interesting things to happen to him. He goes ‘sight-seeing.’
Just got back from a pleasure trip: I took my mother-in-law to the airport.
You develop a sympathy for all human beings when you travel a lot.
People who don’t travel cannot have a global view, all they see is what’s in front of them. Those people cannot accept new things because all they know is where they live.
The first condition of understanding a foreign country is to smell it.
I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad.
I get pretty much all the exercise I need walking down airport concourses carrying bags.
A wise traveler never despises his own country.
You know more of a road by having traveled it than by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world.
When the traveler goes alone he gets acquainted with himself.
Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.
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.
Everyone carries his own inch rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.
