| The traveled mind is the catholic mind educated from exclusiveness and egotism.|
Amos Bronson AlcottTable-Talk. Traveling.
| Traveling is no fools errand to him who carries his eyes and itinerary along with him.|
Amos Bronson AlcottTable-Talk. Traveling.
| 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.|
|Go fartoo 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 youll find it certain,
The poorer and the baser you appear,
The more you look through still.
Beaumont and FletcherThe Womans Prize. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 199.
| I depart,|
Whither I know not; but the hours gone by
When Albions lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
ByronChilde Harold. Canto III. St. 1.
| He travels safest in the dark night who travels lightest.|
Fernando Cortez. See PrescottConquest of Mexico. Bk. V. Ch. III.
| In travelling|
I shape myself betimes to idleness
And take fools pleasure.
George EliotThe Spanish Gypsy. Bk. I.
|I have been a stranger in a strange land.|
Exodus. II. 22.
| Know most of the rooms of thy native country before thou goest over the threshold thereof.|
FullerThe Holy and Profane States. Of Travelling. Maxim IV.
| Un viaggiatore prudente non disprezza mai il suo paese.|
A wise traveler never despises his own country.
GoldoniPamela. I. 16.
| 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.
HomerIliad. Bk. V. L. 749. Bryants trans.
|Clum, non animum mutant, qui trans mare currunt.|
Strenua nos exercet inertia, navibus atque
Quadrigis petimus bene vivere; quod petis hic est.
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.
HoraceEpistles. I. 11. 27.
|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.
Richard HoveyA Sea Gypsy.
|The wonders of each region view,|
From frozen Lapland to Peru.
Soame JenkynsEpistle to Lord Lovelace. Suggested Johnsons lines.
| Let him go abroad to a distant country; let him go to some place where he is not known. Dont let him go to the devil where he is known.|
Samuel JohnsonBoswells Life of Johnson. (1773).
| 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 travelling: a man must carry knowledge with him, if he would bring home knowledge.|
Samuel JohnsonBoswells Life of Johnson. (1778).
| The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and, instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.|
Samuel JohnsonPiozzis Johnsoniana. 154.
|Let observation with extensive view,|
Survey mankind from China to Peru;
Remark each anxious toil, each eager strife,
And watch the busy scenes of crowded life.
Samuel JohnsonVanity of Human Wishes.
|Follow the Romany Patteran|
Sheer to the Austral light,
Where the bosom of God is the wild west wind,
Sweeping the sea floors white.
KiplingThe Gypsy Trail.
|Down to Gehenna or up to the throne,|
He travels the fastest who travels alone.
| The marquise has a disagreeable day for her journey.|
Louis XV.While Looking at Mme. de Pompadours Funeral.
|Better sit still where born, I say,|
Wed one sweet woman and love her well,
Love and be loved in the old East way,
Drink sweet waters, and dream in a spell,
Than to wander in search of the Blessed Isles,
And to sail the thousands of watery miles
In search of love, and find you at last
On the edge of the world, and a cursd outcast.
Joaquin MillerPace Implora.
|We sack, we ransack to the utmost sands|
Of native kingdoms, and of foreign lands:
We travel sea and soil; we pry, and prowl,
We progress, and we prog from pole to pole.
QuarlesDivine Emblems. Bk. II. II.
|Qui veut voyager loin ménage sa monture.|
He who will travel far spares his steed.
RacinePlaideurs. I. 1.
|Does the road wind up-hill all the way?|
Yes, to the very end.
Will the days journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
| Zählt der Pilger Meilen,|
Wenn er zum fernen Gnadenbilde wallt?
Does the pilgrim count the miles
When he travels to some distant shrine?
SchillerWallensteins Tod. IV. 11.
|Nusquam est, qui ubique est.|
He who is everywhere is nowhere.
SenecaEpistolæ Ad Lucilium. II.
| When I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.|
As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 4. L. 17.
|And in his brain,|
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places crammd
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms.
As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7. L. 38.
| * * * The sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.|
As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 17.
| Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: look you lisp and wear strange suits, disable all the benefits of your own country.|
As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 33.
| Travelld gallants,|
That fill the court with quarrels, talk, and tailors.
Henry VIII. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 19.
| I spake of most disastrus chances,|
* * * *
Of being taken by the insolent foe
And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence
And portance in my travellers history;
Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven,
It was my hint to speaksuch was the process;
And of the cannibals that each other eat.
Othello. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 134.
| I think it was Jekyll who used to say that the further he went west, the more convinced he felt that the wise men came from the east.|
Sydney SmithLady Hollands Memoir. Vol. I.
|Tis nothing when a fancied scenes in view|
To skip from Covent Garden to Peru.
SteelePrologue to Ambrose Phillips Distressed Mother.
| I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, Tis all barren!|
SterneSentimental Journey. In the Street. Calais.
| When we have discovered a continent, or crossed a chain of mountains, it is only to find another ocean or another plain upon the further side
. O toiling hands of mortals! O wearied feet, travelling ye know not whither! Soon, soon, it seems to you, you must come forth on some conspicuous hilltop, and but a little way further, against the setting sun, descry the spires of El Dorado. Little do ye know your own blessedness; for to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.|
| I always love to begin a journey on Sundays, because I shall have the prayers of the church to preserve all that travel by land or by water.|
SwiftPolite Conversation. Dialogue II.
|Tis a mad world (my masters) and in sadnes|
I travaild madly in these dayes of madnes.
John TaylorWandering to see the Wonders of the West.
| Let observation with extended observation observe extensively.|
Tennyson, paraphrasing Johnson. See Locker-Lampsons Recollections of a tour with Tennyson, in Memoirs of Tennyson by his son. II. 73. See also Criticism by Byron in his Diary, Jan. 9, 1821. Let observation with observant view, / Observe mankind from China to Peru. Goldsmiths paraphrase. Caroline SpurgeonWorks of Dr. Johnson. (1898). De Quincey quotes it from some writer, according to Dr. Birkbeck HillBoswell. I. 194. Coleridge quotes it, Lecture VI, on Shakespeare and Milton.
|For always roaming with a hungry heart,|
Much have I seen and known.
| Good company in a journey makes the way to seem the shorter.|
Izaak WaltonThe Compleat Angler. Pt. I. Ch. I.
|All human race from China to Peru,|
Pleasure, howeer disguisd by art, pursue.
Thomas WartonThe Universal Love of Pleasure.
|The dust is old upon my sandal-shoon,|
And still I am a pilgrim; I have roved
From wild America to Bosphors waters,
And worshippd at innumerable shrines
Of beauty; and the painters art, to me,
And sculpture, speak as with a living tongue,
And of dead kingdoms, I recall the soul,
Sitting amid their ruins.
N. P. WillisFlorence Gray. L. 46.