Quote by Aldous Huxley
To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong about other countr

To travel is to discover that everyone is wrong about other countries. – Aldous Huxley

Other quotes by Aldous Huxley

Official dignity tends to increase in inverse ratio to the importance of the country in which the office is held. – Aldous Huxley

Category:
Bureaucracy
Read Quote

Great is truth, but still greater, from a practical point of view, is silence about truth. By simply not mentioning certain subjects… totalitarian propagandists have influenced opinion much more effectively than they could have by the most eloquent denunciations. – Aldous Huxley

Category:
great
Read Quote
Other Quotes from
Travel
category

A lot of the players are not involved with any NHL team, so to play and travel around with the Oldtimers its a kind of gift that the players really appreciate. – Guy Lafleur

Category:
Travel

Like all great travellers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen. – Benjamin Disraeli

Category:
Travel

We need to be aware of all aspects: To check how they travel, how they eat, the competition conditions. – Alberto Juantorena

Category:
Travel

Originally the dream was about traveling and developing a job that would permit me to travel. And I decided to go into street performing because it was a traveling job it would let me go around the world. – Guy Laliberte

Category:
Travel

Random Quotes

Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal. – William Shakespeare, The Twelfth Night

Category:
Jewelry

My boyfriend and I broke up. He wanted to get married and I didnt want him to. – Rita Rudner

Category:
dating

But being on location and shooting, whether its in Puerto Rico or Atlanta, it always reminds me of how really cool my job can be. Interacting with the fans is one of the best parts of it. – Dwayne Johnson

Category:
cool

The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed. – W.B. Yeats

Category:
Poetry