I'm one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.

Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?

No one is ever holy without suffering.

News is what a chap who doesn't care much about anything wants to read.

The tourist debauches the great monuments of antiquity, a comic figure, always inapt in his comments, incongruous in his appearance; ...avarice and deceit attack him at every step; the shops that he patronizes are full of forgeries... But we need feel no scruple or twinge of uncertainty; 'we' are travelers and cosmopolitans; the tourist is the other fellow.

... the understatement, the self-ridicule, the delight in the foreignness of foreigners, the complete denial of any attempt to enlist the sympathies of his readers in the hardships he has capriciously invited.

If it could only be like this always - always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper.