When I Look At Something, It Is

One Travels So As To Learn Once More How To Marvel At Life In The Way A Child Does. And Blessed Be The Poet, The Artist Who Knows How To Keep Alive His Sense Of Wonder.

We Must Develop A Deeper Interest And Greater Understanding Of The People We Meet Here Or Abroad. Like Us, They Are Passengers On Board That Mysterious Ship Called Life.

The State Of Minds Vary According To The Angle Under Which One Examines Them.

One Travels To Run Away From Routine, That Dreadful Routine That Kills All Imagination And All Our Capacity For Enthusiasm.

I Am Convinced That To Live Is To Travel Towards The World's End.