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.

The art of learning fundamental common values is perhaps the greatest gain of travel to those who wish to live at ease among their fellows.

It is not badness, it is the absence of goodness, which, in Art as in Life, is so depressing.

Risk is the salt and sugar of life.

The slightest living thing answers a deeper need than all the works of man because it is transitory. It has an evanescence of life, or growth, or change: it passes, as we do, from one stage to another, from darkness to darkness, into a distance where we, too, vanish out of sight. A work of art is static; and its value and its weakness lie in being so: but the tuft of grass and the clouds above it belong to our own traveling brotherhood.

Few are the giants of the soul who actually feel that the human race is their family circle.

Manners are like zero in arithmetic. They may not be much in themselves, but they are capable of adding a great deal of value to everything else.