For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

For my part, i travel not to go anywhere but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilization, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints.

To travel? In order to travel it's enough to be. [...] Why travel? In Madrid, in Berlin, in Persia, in China, at the Poles both, where would I be but in myself, and in the sort and kind of my sensations? Life is what we make of it. Travels are travellers. What we see is not what we see but what we are.

To travel is to live.

To Travel is to Live

We travel because, no matter how comfortable we are at home, there's a part of us that wants - that needs - to see new vistas, take new tours, obtain new traveler's checks, buy new souvenirs, order new entrees, introduce new bacteria into our intestinal tracts, learn new words for "transfusion," and have all the other travel adventures that make us want to french-kiss our doormats when we finally get home.

To have a great trip, head toward an interest rather than to a place. Travel to passions rather than destinations.

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float,
To gain all while you give,
To roam the roads of lands remote,
To travel is to live.

To travel is to be alive, but to get somewhere is to be dead, for as our own proverb says, “To travel well is better than to arrive.

Travel is a caprice in childhood, a passion in youth, a necessity in manhood, and an elegy in old age.

To travel is to be alive, but to get somewhere is to be dead.

Happiness is not a destination, it's a method of travel.

To travel is to shop.