He went, ever on the move, with the slow, shuffling step of wandering beggars who are nowhere at home.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The fool wanders, a wise man travels.
Fancy the happiness of Pinocchio on finding himself free! Without saying yes or no, he fled from the city and set out on the road that was to take him back to the house of the lovely Fairy.
Life is a pilgrimage. The wise man does not rest by the roadside inns. He marches direct to the illimitable domain of eternal bliss, his ultimate destination.
Not all those who wander are lost.
Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
God is at home, it's we who have gone out for a walk.
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.
Everything comes to him who hustles while he waits.
He travels the fastest who travels alone.