Travel Sharpens The Senses. Abroad

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.

Chickenshit Can Be Recognized Instantly Because It Never Has Anything To Do With Winning The War.

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.

All The Pathos And Irony Of Leaving One’s Youth Behind Is Thus Implicit In Every Joyous Moment Of Travel

Travel Sharpens The Senses. Abroad One Feels, Sees And Hears Things In An Abnormal Way.