Style is something peculiar to one person; it expresses one personality and one only; it cannot be shared.

This is one of the charms of the desert, that removing as it does nearly all the accessories of life, we see the thin thread of necessities on which our human existence is suspended.

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.

We were not for underestimating magic - a life-conductor like the sap between the tree-stem and the bark. We know that it keeps dullness out of religion and poetry. It is probable that without it we might die.

words are but drops pressed out of the lives of those who lived them.

An absolute condition of all successful living, whether for an individual or a nation, is the acceptance of death.

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