Those who fought know a secret about themselves, and it is not very nice.

Chickenshit can be recognized instantly because it never has anything to do with winning the war.

Those who fought know a secret about themselves, and it is not very nice.

Travel at its truest is thus an ironic experience, and the best travellers . . . seem to be those able to hold two or three inconsistent ideas in their minds at the same time, or able to regard themselves as at once serious persons and clowns.

Travel sharpens the senses. Abroad one feels, sees and hears things in an abnormal way.

Anyone telling about his travels must be a liar, . . . for if a traveler doesn't visit his narrative with the spirit and techniques of fiction, no one will want to hear it.

Americans are the only people in the world known to me whose status anxiety prompts them to advertise their college and university affiliations in the rear window of their automobiles.