There Is No Apocalypse.

The Worst Thing About War Was The Sitting Around And Wondering What You Were Doing Morally.

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.

I Find Nothing More Depressing Than Optimism.

The Wise Traveler Learns Not To Repeat Successes But Tries New Places All The Time.

If The Guidebook Used To Be Critical, Today It Seems Largely A Celebratory Adjunct To The Publicity Operations Of Hotels, Resorts, And Even Countries.