A Man Is Really Alive Only When

The Traveler Was Active; He Went Strenuously In Search Of People, Of Adventure, Of Experience. The Tourist Is Passive.

Must It Ever Be Thus-that The Source Of Our Happiness Must Also Be The Fountain Of Our Misery? The Full And Ardent Sentiment Which Animated My Heart With The Love Of Nature, Overwhelming Me With A Torrent Of Delight, And Which Brought All Paradise Before Me, Has Now Become An Insupportable Torment, A Demon Which Perpetually Pursues And Harrasses Me.

Courage And Modesty Are The Most Unequivocal Of Virtues, For They Are Of A Kind That Hypocrisy Cannot Imitate; They Too Have This Quality In Common, That They Are Expressed By The Same Color.

Nothing Tells More About The Character Of A Man Than The Things He Makes Fun Of.

If You Miss The First Buttonhole, You Will Not Succeed In Buttoning Up Your Coat.