The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see. – G.K. Chesterton
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. – G.K. Chesterton

The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see. – G.K. Chesterton
Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. – G.K. Chesterton
When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs? – G.K. Chesterton
It was the farthest she had ever been from home, not only in miles but in feeling. The vastness of the desert frightened her. Everything looked too far away, even the cloudless sky. There was nowhere you could hide in such emptiness. – James Carlos Blake, The Rules of Wolfe: A Border Noir, 2013