If you’re embarking around the world in a hot-air balloon, don’t forget the toilet paper.

I’m not the sort of person who gives up on things. The first time we crossed the Atlantic in the balloon, it crashed, and we went on and did the Pacific. First time we crossed the Atlantic in a boat, it sank, and we went on and got the record. So, generally speaking, we will pick ourselves up, brush ourselves down, and carry on.

I’m touring the world, not doing nothing against the law, getting money to feed my family. I got employees that have felonies, and they can’t get jobs. They work for me.

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.

I want to give people a taste of the Caribbean, and show them the fun side of me.

I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.

Like all great travellers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.

With the casino and the beds, our passengers will have at least two ways to get lucky on one of our flights.

If you cannot understand that there is something in man which responds to the challenge of this mountain and goes out to meet it, that the struggle is the struggle of life itself upward and forever upward, then you won’t see why we go.

I love traveling all over the world; but it’s true: there’s nothing like home.

More understand China, then more people will have interest in China and more people will come to China to visit us because I am a tourist ambassador.

To other countries, I may go as a tourist, but to India, I come as a pilgrim.

Death is just life’s next big adventure.

I would like to fly in space. Absolutely. That would be cool. I used to just do personally risky things, but now I’ve got kids and responsibilities, so I can’t be my own test pilot. That wouldn’t be a good idea. But I definitely want to fly as soon as it’s a sensible thing to do.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.

A hundred struggle and drown in the breakers. One discovers the new world. But rather, ten times rather, die in the surf, heralding the way to that new world, than stand idly on the shore.

People want to go out and travel around and meet cool people. I could just go live in Vermont, but is that what I really want?

I enjoyed climbing with other people, good friends, but I did quite a lot of solo climbing, too.

It’s not a real adventure when you have to pay for it.

I like the idea of making a big, fun, adventure type of movie.

I am not solicitous to examine particularly everything here, which indeed could not be done in fifty years, because my desire is to make all possible discoveries, and return to your Highnesses, if it please our Lord, in April.

A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.

Despite all I have seen and experienced, I still get the same simple thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow in a high mountain gully and feel the same urge to climb towards it.

Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience.

A lot of people can’t stand touring but to me it’s like breathing. I do it because I’m driven to do it.

To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.

I should like to save the Shire, if I could – though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them.

I have often been downcast but never in despair; I regard our hiding as a dangerous adventure, romantic and interesting at the same time. In my diary, I treat all the privations as amusing.

I’ve been waiting over 40 years to come to Cyprus, and it has not disappointed – the birthplace of Aphrodite, the Crossroads of Civilization, and, I might add, a genuine strategic partner to the United States of America.

Anyone who doesn’t have a great time in San Francisco is pretty much dead to me.

When all the routines and details and the human bores get on our nerves, we just yearn to go away from here to somewhere else. To go fishing is a sound, a valid, and an accepted reason for an escape. It requires no explanation.

I would drive to gigs in my tiny little Fiat. I would shoot up and down the M1 to play at various places.

Did you ever notice that the first piece of luggage on the carousel never belongs to anyone?

No one remembers who climbed Mount Everest the second time.

While on top of Everest, I looked across the valley towards the great peak Makalu and mentally worked out a route about how it could be climbed. It showed me that even though I was standing on top of the world, it wasn’t the end of everything. I was still looking beyond to other interesting challenges.

In Paris, you’re as far as possible from the land of pleasant smiles.

It is better to travel well than to arrive.

You find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.

You just feel a little odd when you don’t get your kind of food. Fortunately, there are Indian restaurants all over the world.

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.

One travels more usefully when alone, because he reflects more.

Mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery.

Hawaii is paradise. It sounds cheesy to say it, but there’s music in the air there.

As a teenager, I went to Bali a lot, but it’s a long, long way from England. Which is why, when we bought Necker Island, we made it like a mini Bali.

I read a lot when I’m travelling and always have a couple of books on the go.

Ever since the morning of May 29, 1953, when Tenzing Norgay and I became the first climbers to step onto the summit of Mount Everest, I’ve been called a great adventurer.

We travel often to Asia, Africa, Europe, where they were born.

By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show.

An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered.

I’m a wandering gypsy.

We’ve climbed the mighty mountain. I see the valley below, and it’s a valley of peace.

Fifty years of isolating Cuba had failed to promote democracy, setting us back in Latin America. That’s why we restored diplomatic relations, opened the door to travel and commerce, and positioned ourselves to improve the lives of the Cuban people.

I’ve always been a bit of a gypsy.

Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result.

A lot of people ask me when I do a stunt, ‚Jackie, are you scared?‘ Of course I’m scared. I’m not Superman.

When I was climbing, I built up a close relationship with the Sherpa people.

I would like to go back to Wales. I’m obsessed with my childhood and at least three times a week dream I am back there.

Adventures are to the adventurous.

Go to foreign countries and you will get to know the good things one possesses at home.

When I arrived in Laos and found young Americans living there, out of free choice, I was surprised. After only a week, I began to have a sense of the appeal of the country and its people – along with despair about its future.

Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.