A traveller on foot in this country seems to be considered as a sort of wild man or out-of-the way being, who is stared at, pitied, suspected, and shunned by everybody that meets him.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I see myself as a traveller.
A traveler is really not someone who crosses ground so much as someone who is always hungry for the next challenge and adventure.
The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.
A pilgrim is a wanderer with a purpose.
Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally. But in some of nature's forests, the adventurous traveler seems a feeble, unwelcome creature; wild beasts and the weather trying to kill him, the rank, tangled vegetation, armed with spears and stinging needles, barring his way and making life a hard struggle.
The individual whose vision encompasses the whole world often feels nowhere so hedged in and out of touch with his surroundings as in his native land.
A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from.
I believe I have a sunny disposition, and am not naturally a grouch. It takes a lot of optimism, after all, to be a traveler.
When the traveler goes alone he gets acquainted with himself.
The traveler was active; he went strenuously in search of people, of adventure, of experience. The tourist is passive; he expects interesting things to happen to him. He goes 'sight-seeing.'