Travel is in sad case. It is uncomfortable, it is expensive; it is a source of annoyance to our friends, and of loneliness to ourselves.
Ambition, old as mankind, the immemorial weakness of the strong.
The wise traveler is he who is perpetually surprised.
April, the angel of the months, the young love of the year.
Prose is a poor thing, a poor inadequate thing, compared with poetry which says so much more in shorter time.
Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming.