The good traveler has the gift of surprise.

There in the mist, enormous, majestic, silent and terrible, stood the Great Wall of China. Solitarily, with the indifference of nature herself, it crept up the mountain side and slipped down to the depth of the valley.

I've met so many people, often the scum of the earth, and found them, you know, quite decent. I am an uncomfortable stranger to moral indignation.

Self-control might be as passionate and as active as the surrender to passion.

The mystic sees the ineffable, and the psychopathologist the unspeakable.

First, cut out all the wisdom, then cut out all the adjectives.

She loved three things — a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man.