Our minds travel when our bodies are forced to stay at home.
In America there are two classes of travel, first class and with children.
A traveller must have the back of an ass to bear all, a tongue like the tail of a dog to flatter all, the mouth of a hog to eat what is set before him, the ear of a merchant to hear all and say nothing.
A wise traveler never despises his own country.
When I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
We that acquaint ourselves with every zone And pass both tropics and behold the poles, When we come home are to ourselves unknown And unacquainted still with our own souls.
We sack, we ransack to the utmost sands Of native kingdoms, and of foreign lands: We travel sea and soil; we pry, and prowl, We progress, and we prog from pole to pole.
Let observation with extensive view, Survey mankind from China to Peru; Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife, And watch the busy scenes of crowded life.
I should like to spend the whole of my life in traveling abroad, if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend afterwards at home.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day’s journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend.