" To be alone, to have few needs, to be unknown, everywhere a foreigner and at home, and to walk grandly and solitarily in conquest of the world.
Is not the sturdy vagabond, sitting beside the road, contemplating the wide and open horizon before him, the absolute master of lands, waters, and even the skies?
What lord of the manor can rival him in power and opulence?
His fiefdom has no limits and his empire no law.
No servitude demeans his bearing, no labor bends his spine to the earth, the earth that he possesses and which gives itself to him in its entirety, in goodness and in beauty. "

― Isabelle Eberhardt , Writings from the Sand, Volume 1: Collected Works of Isabelle Eberhardt