One of the pleasantest things in the world is going a journey; but I like to go by myself. I can enjoy society in a room; but out of doors, nature is enough company for me. I am then never less alone than when alone.“The fields his study, nature was his book.” I cannot see the wit of talking and walking at the same time. When I am in the country, I wish to vegetate like the country. I am not for criticizing hedge-rows and black cattle. I go out of town in order to forget the town and all that is in it … The soul of the journey is liberty, perfect liberty, to think, feel, do, just as one pleases. We go a journey chiefly to be free of all impediments and of all inconveniences, to leave ourselves behind, much more to get rid of others … Give me a clear blue sky over my head, and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and three hours’ march to dinner — and then to thinking!
William Hazlitt, from “On Going A Journey”, (New Monthly Magazine, January, 1822; Table Talk, 1822)