One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before read more

One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before him sees
A river rushing swiftly toward the deep,
And all its tossing current white with foam,
And stops and turns, and measures back his way.

I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on read more

I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.

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

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

Let him go abroad to a distant country; let him go to some place
where he is not known. read more

Let him go abroad to a distant country; let him go to some place
where he is not known. Don't let him go to the devil where he is
known.

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.

And she bare him a son, and he called his name Gershom: for he
said, I have been a read more

And she bare him a son, and he called his name Gershom: for he
said, I have been a stranger in a strange land.

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no
path and leave a trail.

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no
path and leave a trail.

The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and,
instead of thinking how things may be, to read more

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

Follow the Romany Patteran
Sheer to the Austral light,
Where the bosom of God is the wild read more

Follow the Romany Patteran
Sheer to the Austral light,
Where the bosom of God is the wild west wind,
Sweeping the sea floors white.