Travel and Horizons

I took the road less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

As an artist, a man has no home in Europe save in Paris.

I am a wanderer and mountain-climber, said he to his heart, I love not the plains, and it seemeth I cannot long sit still.And whatever may still overtake me as fate and experience—a wandering will be therein, and a mountain-climbing: in the end one experienceth only oneself.

Those who travel outward seek completeness in things; those who gaze inward find sufficiency in themselves.

In religion, India is the only millionaire... the One land that all men desire to see, and having seen once, by even a glimpse, would not give that glimpse for all the shows of all the rest of the globe combined.

Travel is lethal to prejudice.

I would win my way to the coast, apple-bearing Hesperian coast of which the minstrels sing, where the Lord of the Ocean denies the voyager further sailing, and fixes the solemn limit of Heaven which giant Atlas upholds. There the streams flow with ambrosia by Zeus’s bed of love, and holy Earth, the giver of life, yields to the gods rich blessedness. 6

This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo, And we been pilgrymes, passing to and fro. Deeth is an ende of every worldly soore.

Life’s uncertain voyage.

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn Look out your window and I’ll be gone You’re the reason I’m trav’lin’ on Don’t think twice, it’s all right

Color of cinnamon Clove’s sweet smell, I’ve come a long way To see Gabrielle.

If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world.

Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience. He that travelleth into a country before he hath some entrance into the language, goeth to school, and not to travel.

The East is a career.

Whenever I prepare for a journey I prepare as though for death. Should I never return, all is in order.

Travel light and you can sing in the robber’s face.

Ultima Thule.

To lose your prejudices you must travel.

Yvetot [a small town in the north of France] is as good as Constantinople.

Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire.

Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it, “Italy.”

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune.

There be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake, Or the way of a man with a maid; But the sweetest way to me is a ship’s upon the sea In the heel of the Northeast Trade.