There Is No Apocalypse.

Irony Is The Attendant Of Hope And The Fuel Of Hope Is Innocence.

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.

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.

Things Without Defense: Insects, Kittens, Small Boys.

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