The world has become too full of many things, an over furnished room.

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

Your real progressives are never fair: they are never sufficiently neutral.

I think that the worst unpleasantness of age is not its final fact ... but the tediousness of preparation, the accumulating number of defeats.

The perpetual charm of Arabia is that the traveler finds his level there simply as a human being; the people's directness, deadly to the sentimental or pedantic, likes the less complicated virtues.

All our acts have sacramental possibilities.

Most people, after accomplishing something, use it over and over again like a gramophone record till it cracks, forgetting that the past is just the stuff with which to make more future.