One life is an absurdly small allowance.

... freshness trembles beneath the surface of Everyday, a joy perpetual to all who catch its opal lights beneath the dust of habit.

Whoever designed this frigging map was having a laugh. Just around the corner, my arse.

Tolerance cannot afford to have anything to do with the fallacy that evil may convert itself to good.

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.

Conventions are like coins, an easy way of dealing with the commerce of relations.

The essence of travel is diffuse. It is never there on the spot as it were, but always beyond: its symbol is the horizon, and its interest always lies over that edge in the unseen.