No man pursues what he has at hand. No man recognizes the need of pursuit until that which he desires has escaped him.

The friendships of nations, built on common interests, cannot survive the mutability of those interests.

Traveling is, and has always been, more popular than the traveler.

We have but the memories of past good cheer, we have but the echoes of departed laughter. In vain we look and listen for the mirth that has died away. In vain we seek to question the gray ghosts of old-time revelers.

It is in his pleasure that a man really lives.

It takes time and trouble to persuade ourselves that the things we want to do are the things we ought to do.

A world of vested interests is not a world which welcomes the disruptive force of candor.