The country is laid out in a haphazard, sloppy fashion, offensive to the tidy, organized mind.

You can never win as a sight-seer. Somebody else, more often than not the first person you meet when you get back home, has been there before you.

New York waiters, probably the surliest in the Western world . . . are better images of their city than that journalistic favorite the taxi driver.

The country is laid out in a haphazard, sloppy fashion, offensive to the tidy, organized mind.

I have done almost every human activity inside a taxi which does not require main drainage.