The study of maps and the perusal of travel books aroused in me a secret fascination that was at times almost irresistible.
Ability to find the answers is more important than ability to know the answers.
When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.
I used to capture the vastness and the immensity of the world and confine it to the limited pages of the parchment.
The best traveler is one without a camera.
The text-book is rare that stimulates its reader to ask, Why is this so? Or, How does this connect with what has been read elsewhere?
I'm a wanderer. But i don't wander to explore the outer physical world , I do it to explore the universe inside me.
If we were meant to stay in one place, we would have roots instead of feet.
It is so gratifying to tell so many stories my eye can romance with, that i become the stories.They shall live on after me, and in that way it makes me immortal
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