The longest journey is the journey inward.
I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the Stern Fact, the Sad Self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.
To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.
To become aware of the possiblity of the search is to be onto something.
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
The beginning is always today.
Friends are born, not made.
Friendship with oneself is all-important, because without it one cannot be friends with anyone else in the world.