The traveled mind is the catholic mind educated from
exclusiveness and egotism.

The traveled mind is the catholic mind educated from
exclusiveness and egotism.

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.

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.]

I love to travel,
But hate to arrive.

I love to travel,
But hate to arrive.

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

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

Traveling is no fool's errand to him who carries his eyes and
itinerary along with him.

Traveling is no fool's errand to him who carries his eyes and
itinerary along with him.

Let observation with extensive view,
Survey mankind from China to Peru;
Remark each anxious toil, each eager read more

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.

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 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.