C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


Travel is fatal to prejudice.

Mark Twain.

Travel to learn character.

Miss Pardoe.

To see the world is to judge the judges.


Long traveled in the ways of men.


Restless at home, and ever prone to range.


Never travel by sea when you can go by land.


Traveling is a fool’s paradise.


Travelers must be content.


Travel teaches toleration.

Earl of Beaconsfield.

  • Does the pilgrim count the miles
  • When he travels to some distant shrine?
  • Schiller.

  • I’ll put a girdle round about the earth
  • In forty minutes.
  • Shakespeare.

    I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, “’Tis all barren!”


    Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering.


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

    Amos Bronson Alcott.

    He who never leaves his country is full of prejudices.

    Carlo Goldoni.

    When I was at home, I was in a better place; but travelers must be content.


    He travels safest in the dark night who travels lightest.

    Fernando Cortez.

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

    Amos Bronson Alcott.

    The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel.

    N. P. Willis.

    To roam giddily, and be everywhere but at home, such freedom doth a banishment become.


    Where’er I roam, whatever realms to see, my heart, untraveled, fondly turns to thee.


    Nothing tends so much to enlarge the mind as traveling.

    Dr. Watts.

    Usually speaking, the worst-bred person in company is a young traveler just returned from abroad.


    A pilgrimage is an admirable remedy for over-fastidiousness and sickly refinement.


    People travel to learn; most of them before they start should learn to travel.

    H. W. Shaw.

    Ancient travelers guessed; modern travelers measure.

    Dr. Johnson.

    A traveler without observation is a bird without wings.


    The dust is old upon my “sandal-shoon” and still I am a pilgrim.

    N. P. Willis.

    The world is a great book, of which they that never stir from home read only a page.

    St. Augustine.

    Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.


    He travels safe, and not unpleasantly, who is guarded by poverty and guided by love.

    Sir P. Sidney.

  • He foreign countries knew, but they were known
  • Not for themselves, but to advance his own.
  • Lluellin.

    He that would travel for the entertainment of others should remember that the great object of remark is human life.


    Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I; when I was at home, I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.


    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.


    ***the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.


  • In travelling
  • I shape myself betimes to idleness
  • And take fools’ pleasure.
  • George Eliot.

    Travel makes all men countrymen, makes people noblemen and kings, every man tasting of liberty and dominion.


    Rather see the wonders of the world abroad, than, living dully sluggardized at home, wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.


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

    Dr. Johnson.

    He that travels into a country before he has some entrance into the language, goeth to school and not to travel.


    Travelers find virtue in a seeming minority in all other countries, and forget that they have left it in a minority at home.

    T. W. Higginson.

    The useful science of the world to know, which books can never teach, nor pedants show.

    Lord Lyttleton.

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

    Thomas Fuller.

    Travel gives a character of experience to our knowledge, and brings the figures upon the tablet of memory into strong relief.


    Railway traveling is not traveling at all; it is merely being sent to a place, and very little different from becoming a parcel.


    The proper means of increasing the love we bear our native country is to reside some time in a foreign one.


  • Travel is a ceaseless fount of surface education,
  • But its wisdom will be simply superficial, if thou add not thoughts to things.
  • Tupper.

    Only that traveling is good which reveals to me the value of home, and enables me to enjoy it better.


    They, and they only, advantage themselves by travel, who, well fraught with the experience of what their own country affords, carry ever with them large and thriving talents.

    F. Osborn.

  • Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
  • And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
  • Round many western islands have I been,
  • Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
  • Keats.

  • Yon sun that sets upon the sea
  • We follow in his flight;
  • Farewell awhile to him and thee,
  • My native Land—Good-night!
  • Byron.

    I used to wonder how a man of birth and spirit could endure to be wholly insignificant and obscure in a foreign country, when he might live with lustre in his own.


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

  • He did request me to importune you,
  • To let him spend his time no more at home,
  • Which would be great impeachment to his age,
  • In having known no travel in his youth.
  • Shakespeare.

    The bee, though it finds every rose has a thorn, comes back loaded with honey from his rambles; and why should not other tourists do the same?


    Men may change their climate, but they cannot change their nature. A man that goes out a fool cannot ride or sail himself into common sense.


  • Returning he proclaims by many a grace,
  • By shrugs and strange contortions of his face,
  • How much a dunce that has been sent to roam,
  • Excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
  • Cowper.

  • I travel all the irksome night,
  • By ways to me unknown;
  • I travel, like a bird of flight,
  • Onward, and all alone.
  • James Montgomery.

    We love old travelers: we love to hear them prate, drivel and lie; we love them for their asinine vanity, their ability to bore, their luxuriant fertility of imagination, their startling, brilliant, overwhelming mendacity.

    Mark Twain.

  • Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
  • Yes, to the very end.
  • Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?
  • From morn to night, my friend.
  • Christina Rossetti.

    With every step of the recent traveler our inheritance of the wonderful is diminished. Those beautiful pictured notes of the possible are redeemed at a ruinous discount in the hard coin of the actual.


    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.


    To be a good traveler argues one no ordinary philosopher. A sweet landscape must sometimes be allowed to atone for an indifferent supper, and an interesting ruin charm away the remembrance of a hard bed.


  • She had resolved that be should travel through
  • All European climes, by land or sea,
  • To mend his former morals, and get new,
  • Especially in France and Italy,
  • (At least this is the thing most people do).
  • Byron.

    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.


    There is probably no country so barbarous that would not disclose all it knew, if it received equivalent information; and I am apt to think that a person who was ready to give more knowledge than he received would be welcome wherever he came.


    Those who visit foreign nations, but who associate only with their own countrymen, change their climate, but not their customs; they see new meridians, but the same men; and with heads as empty as their pockets, return home with traveled bodies, but untraveled minds.


  • Though sluggards deem it but a foolish chase,
  • And marvel men should quit their easy chair,
  • The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace;
  • Oh! there is sweetness in the mountain air,
  • And life, that bloated ease can never hope to snare.
  • Byron.

    Perigrination charms our senses such unspeakable and sweet variety that some count him that never traveled—a kind of prisoner, and pity his case: that, from his cradle to his old age, he beholds the same still, still,—still, the same, the same.


  • Joy! the lost one is restor’d!
  • Sunshine comes to hearth and board.
  • From the far-off countries old,
  • Of the diamond and red gold,
  • From the dusky archer bands,
  • Roamers of the desert sands,
  • He hath reach’d his home again.
  • Mrs. Hemans.

  • The man who, with undaunted toils
  • Sails unknown seas to unknown soils,
  • With various wonders feasts his sight;
  • What stranger wonders does he write!
  • We read, and in description view
  • Creatures which Adam never knew:
  • For, when we risk no contradiction
  • It prompts the tongue to deal in fiction.
  • Gay.

  • 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 curs’d outcast.
  • Joaquin Miller.

  • There is nothing gives a man such spirits,
  • Leavening his blood as cayenne doth a curry,
  • As going at full speed—no matter where its
  • Direction be, so ’tis but in a hurry,
  • And merely for the sake of its own merits;
  • For the less cause there is for all this flurry,
  • The greater is the pleasure in arriving
  • At the great end of travel—which is driving.
  • Byron.

  • His travel has not stopp’d him
  • As you suppose, nor alter’d any freedom,
  • But made him far more clear and excellent:
  • It drains the grossness of the understanding,
  • And renders active and industrious spirit:
  • He that knows men’s manners, must of necessity
  • Best know his own, and mend those by examples:
  • ’T is a dull thing to travel like a mill-horse,
  • Still in the place he was born in, round and blinded.
  • Beaumont and Fletcher.

    There are two things necessary for a traveler to bring him to the end of his journey—a knowledge of his way, a perseverance in his walk. If he walk in a wrong way, the faster he goes the farther he is from home; if he sit still in the right way, he may know his home, but never come to it: discreet stays make speedy journeys. I will first then know my way, ere I begin my walk; the knowledge of my way is a good part of my journey.

    Arthur Warwick.

  • Me other cares in other climes engage,
  • Cares that become my birth, and suit my age:
  • In various knowledge to instruct my youth,
  • And conquer prejudice, worst foe to truth,
  • By foreign arts, domestic faults to mend,
  • Enlarge my notions, and my views extend;
  • The useful science of the world to know,
  • Which books can never teach, nor pedants show.
  • Lord Lyttleton.