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.

The worst thing about war was the sitting around and wondering what you were doing morally.

The more violent the body contact of the sports you watch, the lower the class.

The wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.

To get home you had to end the war. To end the war was the reason you fought it. The only reason.

Before the development of tourism, travel was conceived to be like study, and it's fruits were considered to be the adornment of the mind and the formation of the judgment.

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