Travelling Is Like A Novel: It's What

Faith Is Like Love; When You Want It You Can't Find It, And You Find It When You Least Expect It.

A Cigar Numbs Sorrow And Fills The Solitary Hours With A Million Gracious Images.

I'm Beginning To Believe That There Are Angels Disguised As Men Who Pass Themselves Off As Such And Who Inhabit The Earth For A While To Console And Lift Up With Them Toward Heaven The Poor, Exhausted And Saddened Souls Who Were Ready To Perish Here Below.

There Is But On Virtue--the Eternal Sacrifice Of Self.

Nothing Is So Easy As To Deceive One’s Self When One Does Not Lack Wit And Is Familiar With All The Niceties Of Language. Language Is A Prostitute Queen Who Descends And Rises To All Roles. Disguises Herself, Arrays Herself In Fine Apparel, Hides Her Head And Effaces Herself; An Advocate Who Has An Answer For Everything, Who Has Always Foreseen Everything, And Who Assumes A Thousand Forms In Order To Be Right. The Most Honorable Of Men Is He Who Thinks Best And Acts Best, But The Most Powerful Is He Who Is Best Able To Talk And Write