Aimless drifting also fulfills an intention.
Never try to leap from a standstill.
When poets go off the boil, they sound like bumble bees; when critics do, they sound like sewing machines.
Travelling, I worry about luggage, prices, and strange food. At home, I am free to broaden my mind by thinking about the higher things.
It is hard to tell truth, and hard not to.
Travelers never think that they are the foreigners.