One travels to run away from routine that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.

The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality and instead of thinking how things may be to see them as they are.

Generally speaking a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.

There is a part of me that still wants to go out and grab a backpack and unplug - not take a cellphone or even a camera and just get out there and experience the world and travel. I have yet to do that but someday I hope.

That's the way both they and I travel sometimes. Pick road at random and when it's time to pull over you pull over and hope you can find a place to crash.

You travel with the hope that something unexpected will happen. It has to do with enjoying being lost and figuring it out and the satisfaction. I always get a little disappointed when I know too well where I'm going or when I've lived in a place so long that there's no chance I could possibly get lost.

As I travel across the country speaking about MS perhaps I can offer others comfort and hope.

It has never been and never will be easy work! But the road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair even though they both lead to the same destination.

In between films I like to travel and hope to visit every continent before I become a mother.

Hope travels through nor quits us when we die.

I don't like travelling. Which is ridiculous. And it's not because I'm afraid of dying on the plane or anything. I just like to stay at home.

A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.

Snowboarding's tough because you've got to go to the mountains. For me I love the skateboard season because I get to hangout at home and still be skating. I don't have to travel to Norway or Japan or these crazy places to be snowboarding.

Well I just said that Jesus and I were both Jewish and that neither of us ever had a job we never had a home we never married and we traveled around the countryside irritating people.

I love coming home to Melbourne. The first thing I do is have a coffee. It's just so much better here than anywhere else. It's better than in Italy and I travel a lot. I crave it.

All things on earth point home in old October sailors to sea travellers to walls and fences hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds the lover to the love he has forsaken.

A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.

I would like to spend the whole of my life traveling if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend at home.

If an ass goes travelling he will not come home a horse.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old familiar pillow.

The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

My home is in Heaven. I'm just traveling through this world.

Happy happy Christmas that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

Since I travel so much it's always great to be home. There's nothing like getting to raid my own refrigerator at two in the morning.