There Is No Apocalypse.

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.

Understanding The Past Requires Pretending That You Don't Know The Present. It Requires Feeling Its Own Pressure On Your Pulses Without Any Ex Post Facto Illumination.

If The Term Discussion Has Always Seemed To Me To Imply Mild Warnings Of Wasted Time, Workshop Sets Off A Clangorous Alarm.

Americans Are The Only People In The World Known To Me Whose Status Anxiety Prompts Them To Advertise Their College And University Affiliations In The Rear Window Of Their Automobiles.

Travelers Learn Not Just Foreign Customs And Curious Cuisines And Unfamiliar Beliefs And Novel Forms Of Government. They Learn, If They Are Lucky, Humility.