1.Despair is the armchair;it is indifference and glazed,incurious eyes.I think tralvers are essentially optimists,or else they would never go anywhere,and a travel book ought to reflect that same general optimism.
2.Travel is a vanishing act,a solitary trip down a pinched line of geography to oblivion.
3.Althought it has become the way of the world,w still ought to lament the fact that airplanes have made us insensitive to space;we are encumbere,like lovers in suits of armor.
4.Tightfisted people are as mean with friendship as they are with cash---suspicious,unbelieving,and incurious.
5.Travel is at its best a solitary enterprise:to see,to examine,to assess,you have to be alone and unencumbered.
6.Travel do not belong in the suburbs,and the most civilized places tire the eye quicker;in such places,the traveler is an intruder,as he is in Sarasota.I wanted something altogher wilder,the clumsier romance of strangeness,these friendly Americans only made me homesick.
7.Revenge does not altar what was done to you.Neither does forgiveness.Revenge and forgiveness are irrelevant.