Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
But now being lifted into high society, And having pick'd up several odds and ends Of free thoughts in his travels for variety, He deem'd, being in a lone isle, among friends, That without any danger of a riot, he Might for long lying make himself amends; And singing as he sung in his warm youth, Agree to a short armistice with truth.
Nonconformists travel as a rule in bunches. You rarely find a nonconformist who goes it alone. And woe to him inside a nonconformist clique who does not conform with nonconformity.
These (literary) studies are the food of youth, and consolation of age; they adorn prosperity, and are the comfort and refuge of adversity; they are pleasant at home, and are no incumbrance abroad; they accompany us at night, in our travels, and in our rural retreats. [Lat., Haec studia adolecentiam alunt, senectutem oblectant, secundas res ornant, adversis solatium et perfugium praebent, delectant domi, non impediunt foris, pernoctant nobiscum, peregrinantur, rusticantur.
How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun, How lovely and joyful the course that he run! Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain: But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best; He paints the skies gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again.
I have, thanks to my travels, added to my stock all the superstitions of other countries. I know them all now, and in any critical moment of my life, they all rise up in armed legions for or against me.
Everyone carries his own inch-rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.
, The Hidden Power of the Heart Each moment is a doorway to time travel. Being in this very moment and no other, time as we know it stops. You can Freeze-Frame and stop. Then you can make another choice. You can stay in the same holographic pattern or you can choose a different one. -Sara Paddison.
No man should travel until he has learned the language of the country he visits. Otherwise he voluntarily makes himself a great baby-so helpless and so ridiculous.
A wise traveller never despises his own country.
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.
I should like to spend the whole of my life in travelling abroad, if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend afterwards at home.
A traveler to distant places should make no enemies.
Everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends.
To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.
In America there are two classes of travelâfirst class, and with children.
The world is a book, and those who do not travel, read only a page.
In America there are two classes of travel--first class, and with children.
The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.
There is a ghost That eats hankerchiefs; It keeps you company On all your travels.
Travel makes a wise man better, and a fool worse.
Every perfect traveller always creates the country where he travels.
The man who goes out alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready.
For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.