The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see.

The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.

White founts falling in the courts of the sun, / And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run.

There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book, and a tired man who wants a book to read.

The pure modernist is merely a snob; he cannot bear to be a month behind the fashion.

I am going to hold a pistol to the head of the Modern Man. But I shall not use it to kill him–only to bring him to life.