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

We often lose our tempers not with those who are actually to blame; just with those who love us enough to forgive us our foul moods.

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

As victims of hurt, we frequently don't bring up what ails us, because so many wounds look absurd in the light of day.

Rather than saying 'I hate mess', it might draw more compassion to say, 'mess terrifies me as a harbinger of catastrophe'.

Most of us still caged within careers chosen for us by our not entirely worldly 18-22 year old selves.

Only as we mature does affection begin to depend on achievement.