In one form or another, conscious or unconscious, we have all become propagandists; integrity alone can keep us truthful.

The true fruit of travel is perhaps the feeling of being nearly everywhere at home.

The tourist travels in his own atmosphere like a snail in his shell and stands, as it were, on his own perambulating doorstep to look at the continents of the world. But if you discard all this, and sally forth with a leisurely and blank mind, there is no knowing what may not happen to you.

There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do.

A pen and a notebook and a reasonable amount of discrimination will change a journey from a mere annual into a perennial, its pleasures and pains renewable at will.

I dislike being an anvil for the hammering out of other people's virtues.

All the feeling which my father could not put into words was in his hand-any dog, child or horse would recognize the kindness of it.