Archive for the 'Travel' Category

September 24, 2016

“In a few places the ice of the gulf was a smooth sheet; in others it was roughly frozen in waves and large masses. The vast extended plain of ice, broken in abrupt ridges, the boundless and dreary track marked only by a line of trees and boughs, and the rugged rocks starting up on every side, afforded one of the most desolate scenes imaginable.” ~ William Coxe

“As we continued to advance across the more open sea, the ice became stronger: and being now at a considerable distance from any land, the prospect widened on all sides, and became at every instant more desolate and appalling. The wind had carried off every particle of snow; and we journeyed for many miles over a surface clear and transparent as glass.”~ Edward Daniel Clarke

“We were amused at the ice hills heaped one on another, sometimes to a considerable height. These were formed while the ice was yet in broken pieces, by the wind and the waves throwing one piece upon another.” ~ John Paterson

April 2, 2016


April 2, 2016

“Only he who has learned everything is nowhere a stranger; robbed of his fortune and without friends, he is yet the citizen of every country, and can fearlessly despise the changes of fortune.”
~ Ghiberti, quoting Vitruvius.

“Wherever a learned man fixes his seat, there is home.”
~ Codri urcei vita, Bologna, 1502.

March 21, 2016

“Il mondo è poco” ~ Christopher Columbus

March 16, 2016

“As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.” ~ Herman Melville


April 18, 2011

Dove poteva essere? — Il sole era al tramonto,
nel mare quieto navigava la mia barca scura,
una bella donna, capelli neri, pallida, sicura,
sedeva accanto a me sulla stretta panca del rematore.

Era la fine di non so che viaggio
e la mia anima tremebonda doleva
per quel bacio lungo e poco saggio
della dama nera sul mare forestiero!
— Dov’era mai?

~ H. Hesse

March 6, 2011

« Ce que j’aime du voyage, c’est l’étonnement au retour. » ~ Stendhal

January 21, 2011

E dimmi la terra, il popolo tuo, la città,
sicché ti ci portino  guidate dal pensiero le navi.
Perché i Feaci non hanno nocchieri,
non ci sono timoni, come ne han l’altre navi,
ma sanno da sole il pensiero e l’intendimento degli uomini,
e san le città e i pingui campi di tutti,
e l’abisso del mare velocissime passano,
di nebbia e nube fasciate; mai hanno paura
di subir danno o d’andare perdute.

~ Odissea

Carloforte, Sardegna, Italy.

December 12, 2010

Carloforte, Sardegna, Italy

December 12, 2010