I Am Sure That Instinctively We Wish

Happiness Is The Intoxication Produced By The Moment Of Poise Between A Satisfactory Past And An Immediate Future, Rich With Promise.

You Can Feel As Brave As Columbus Starting For The Unknown The First Time You Enter A Chinese Lane Full Of Boys Laughing At You, Or When You Risk Climbing Down In A Tibetan Pub For A Meal Of Rotten Meat.

It Is Always Our Own Self That We Find At The End Of The Journey. The Sooner We Face That Self, The Better.

The Benefits Of The Accomplished Journey Cannot Be Weighed In Terms Of Perfect Moments, But In Terms Of How This Journey Affects And Changes Our Character.

Only When One Is Able To Grasp Wideness Can One Possess It.