My meals were easily made, for they were all alike and…

“Bread, however, is their chief food. It is cheap; they like it; it comes into the house ready cooked, it is always at hand,…

— Maud Pember Reeves

All well-regulated families set apart an hour every morning for tea and bread and butter

— Joseph Addison

“I stick to my tea and bread and butter. It is much more wholesome in the long run—and a little more economical, too.”

— Henrik Ibsen

I made these Sierra trips, carrying only a sackful of bread with a little tea and sugar, and was thus independent and free…

— John Muir

“Returning home is the most difficult part of long-distance hiking; You have grown outside the puzzle and your piece no longer fits.”

— Cindy Ross

“It's not "jalan-jalan" nor "liburan". It's just something we do naturally. Like breathing and eating. It's basically living.”

— Riana Ambarsari

I really wished I had done the backpacking-through-Europe thing when I was younger, but I was busy doing musical theater.

— Annie Wersching

Although the vast majority of walkers never even think of using a walking staff, I unhesitatingly include it among the foundations of the house…

— Colin Fletcher

Under most conditions, the best roof for your bedroom is the sky. This commonsense arrangement saves weight, time, energy, and money.

— Colin Fletcher

The man with the knapsack is never lost. No matter whither he may stray, his food and shelter are right with him, and home…

— Horace Kephart

I couldn't afford a trip to Europe after college so I went backpacking through an IKEA to find myself.

— Anonymous

“The old school of thought would have you believe that you'd be a fool to take on nature without arming yourself with every conceivable…

— Ryel Kestenbaum

In ultralight backpacking, modified gear pieces come into play, like a tent you hoist with your trekking poles.

— Jay Duplass

I'd really like to get on a Greyhound bus and go backpacking across America.

— David Morrissey

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends

— Cesare Pavese