Archive for August, 2009

There are two paths you can go by

Monday, August 31st, 2009

There are two paths you can go by, but in the long run, you can always change the road you’re on. -by Led Zeppelin

Men travel faster now

Sunday, August 30th, 2009

Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things. -by Willa Sibert Cather

The end is where we start from

Saturday, August 29th, 2009
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.

– T.S. Eliot

He liked the idea of travel

Friday, August 28th, 2009

He didn’t really like travel, of course. He liked the idea of travel, and the memory of travel, but not travel itself. -by Julian Barnes

Living with a conscience

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

Living with a conscience is like driving a car with the brakes on. -by Budd Schulberg

leave your clothes here

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

Ladies, leave your clothes here and spend the afternoon having a good time. -by Sign in Rome Laundromat

ruin of all happiness

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

Traveling is the ruin of all happiness! There’s no looking at a building here after seeing Italy. -by Fanny Burney

Tips for Americans traveling abroad

Monday, August 24th, 2009

Tips for Americans traveling abroad: carry the Koran; paint a red dot on your forehead; wear sandals; never ask how the Mets are doing. -by Mark Russell

the act of rebirth

Sunday, August 23rd, 2009

When you travel you experience, in a very practical way, the act of rebirth. You confront completely new situations, the day passes more slowly, and on most journeys you don’t even understand the language the people speak. … You begin to be more accessible to others, because they may be able to help you in difficult situations. -by Paulo Coelho

the most perfect refreshment

Saturday, August 22nd, 2009

To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon the verdant green hills is the most perfect refreshment -by Jane Austen