They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy
idleness possesses us: we seek a read more

They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy
idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and
carriages: the object of our search is present with us.
[Lat., Coelum, non animum mutant, qui trans mare currunt.
Strenua nos exercet inertia, navibus atque
Quadrigis petimus bene vivere; quod petis hic est.]

A wise traveler never despises his own country.
[It., Un viaggiatore prudente non disprezza mai il suo paese.]

A wise traveler never despises his own country.
[It., Un viaggiatore prudente non disprezza mai il suo paese.]

As the Spanish proverb says, "He who would bring home the wealth
of the Indies must carry the wealth read more

As the Spanish proverb says, "He who would bring home the wealth
of the Indies must carry the wealth of the Indies with him." So
it is in traveling: a man must carry knowledge with him, if he
would bring home knowledge.

In traveling
I shape myself betimes to idleness
And take fools' pleasure.

In traveling
I shape myself betimes to idleness
And take fools' pleasure.

Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the
elder, a part of experience. He that read more

Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the
elder, a part of experience. He that travelleth into a country
before he hath some entrance into the language, goeth to school,
and not to travel.

I love to travel,
But hate to arrive.

I love to travel,
But hate to arrive.

Know most of the rooms of thy native country before thou goest
over the threshold thereof.

Know most of the rooms of thy native country before thou goest
over the threshold thereof.

Go far--too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;--
One read more

Go far--too far you cannot, still the farther
The more experience finds you: And go sparing;--
One meal a week will serve you, and one suit,
Through all your travels; for you'll find it certain,
The poorer and the baser you appear,
The more you look through still.

I depart,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve read more

I depart,
Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by
When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.