Exploration Belongs To The Renaissance, Travel To

The Simple Is Carefully Shunned By Those Who Labour To Seem What They Would Be.

If Truth Is The Main Casualty In War, Ambiguity Is Another.

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.

Wars Damage The Civilian Society As Much As They Damage The Enemy. Soldiers Never Get Over It.

Today The Somme Is A Peaceful But Sullen Place, Unforgetting And Unforgiving. ... To Wander Now Over The Fields Destined To Extrude Their Rusty Metal Fragments For Centuries Is To Appreciate In The Most Intimate Way The Permanent Reverberations Of July, 1916. When The Air Is Damp You Can Smell Rusted Iron Everywhere, Even Though You See Only Wheat And Barley.