I sometimes skip meals when I travel.
The eye has to travel.
Paris is one of the most beautiful places in all the world. Unfortunately, I was so homesick I couldn’t appreciate its beauty.
Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.
