What we find exotic abroad may be what we hunger for in vain at home.

We envy only those whom we feel ourselves to be like; we envy only members of our reference group. There are few successes more unendurable than those of our close friends.

To look at the paper is to raise a seashell to one's ear and to be overwhelmed by the roar of humanity.

The study of maps and the perusal of travel books aroused in me a secret fascination that was at times almost irresistible.

It is not necessarily at home that we best encounter our true selves. The furniture insists that we cannot change because it does not; the domestic setting keeps us tethered to the person we are in ordinary life, who may not be who we essentially are.

As adults, we try to develop the character traits that would have rescued our parents.

We accept the need to train extensively to fly a plane; but think instinct should be enough for marrying and raising kids.