I pictured a low timber house with a shingled roof, caulked against storms, with blazing log fires inside and the walls lined with all the best books, somewhere to live when the rest of the world blew up.

And the formation of man is the most pressing problem facing humanity.

To lose a passport was the least of one’s worries. To lose a notebook was a catastrophe.

Travel doesn't merely broaden the mind. It makes the mind.

Because they knew each other's thoughts, they even quarrelled without speaking.

And when you look along the way we've come, there are spirals of vultures wheeling.

Anything was better than to be loved for one's things.