Travel does what good novelists also do to the life of everyday, placing it like a picture in a frame or a gem in its setting, so that the intrinsic qualities are made more clear. Travel does this with the very stuff that everyday life is made of, giving to it the sharp contour and meaning of art.

There is generosity in giving, but gentleness in receiving.

The Persian's mind, like his illuminated manuscripts, does not deal in perspective: two thousand years, if he happens to know anything about them, are as exciting as the day before yesterday.

It is only the unexpected that ever makes a customs officer think.

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

All our acts have sacramental possibilities.

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