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As a traveler who has once been from home is wiser than he who has never left his own doorstep, so a knowledge of one other culture should sharpen our ability to scrutinize more steadily, to appreciate more lovingly, our own.

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As a traveler who has once been from home is wiser than he who has never left his own doorstep, so a knowledge of one other culture should sharpen our ability to scrutinize more steadily, to appreciate more lovingly, our own.

—Margaret Mead

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

 —Thomas Fuller

We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.

 —Robert Louis Stevenson

The modern American tourist now fills his experience with pseudo-events. He has come to expect both more strangeness and more familiarity than the world naturally offers. He has come to believe that he can have a lifetime of adventure in two weeks and all the thrills of risking his life without any real risk at all.

 —Daniel Boorstin

Travel and society polish one, but a rolling stone gathers no moss, and a little moss is a good thing on a man.

—John Burroughs

I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.

 —Mark Twain

Using a camera appeases the anxiety which the work-driven feel about not working when they are on vacation and supposed to be having fun. They have something to do that is like a friendly imitation of work: they can take pictures.

 —Susan Sontag

People travel to faraway places to watch in fascination the kind of people they ignore at home.

—Dagobert D. Runes

Too often travel, instead of broadening the mind, only lengthens the conversation.

—Elizabeth Drew

Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my station.

 —Lisa St Aubin De Teran

It was on that road and at that hour that I first became aware of my own self, experienced an inexpressible state of grace, and felt at one with the first breath of air that stirred, the first bird, and the sun so newly born that it still looked not quite round.

 —Colette

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