One cannot kick against geography!

There was never a nation great until it came to the knowledge that it had nowhere in the world to go for help.

Imagination has not saved us.

All the bridges in the world won't save you if there is no other side to cross to

I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found, nor much identification from shapes which symbolize continents and states.

Once again fear, and mystery, swept over me...I was infinitely far from home. The profoundest distances are never geographical...

I could not have told where those damned islands were within 2,000 miles."

Thought I to myself, we shall never come off scot-free.

I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go. My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for that day.

I don't believe in the landscape.

Grim evening at Gabès (windy, black clouds, hideous bungalows, “folklore” performance in the Hotel Chems bar): I can no longer take refuge in my thoughts: neither in Paris nor traveling. No escape.

I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had no where else to go. My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for that day.

If I have failed in discovering a Continent it is because it does not exist.

My blood is too thick for California: I have never been able to properly explain myself in this climate.