What did Graham Greene mean by: Rocinante was of more value for a true traveller than a jet plane. Jet planes were for business men. - Graham Greene Copy
+ Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Graham Greene, Animal, Despair, Mind, 0 - Graham Greene
+ The argument of danger only applies to those who live in relative safety. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Graham Greene, Argument, Danger, Safety, 0 - Graham Greene
+ The world was in her heart already, like the small spot of decay in a fruit. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Graham Greene, Decay, Fruit, Heart, 0 - Graham Greene
+ What have we all got to expect that we allow ourselves to be so lined with disappointment? Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Graham Greene, Disappointment, 0 - Graham Greene
+ love had turned into “love affair” with a begining and an end. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Graham Greene, Affair, End, Love Affair, 0 - Graham Greene
+ A ruling passion gives to a shelf of novels the unity of a system. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Graham Greene, Passion, Unity, 0 - Graham Greene
+ Perhaps the comparison is closer to the Chinese cook who leaves hardly any part of a duck unserved. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Graham Greene, Art, Cooking, Ducks, 0 - Graham Greene
+ Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content: the quiet mind is richer than a crown. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Graham Greene, Mind, Sweet, 0 - Graham Greene
Every production of an artist should be the expression of an adventure of his soul. - W. Somerset Maugham Playwright and novelist · United Kingdom
Be careful going in search of adventure – it’s ridiculously easy to find. - William Least Heat-Moon Author
The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself. - William Least Heat-Moon Author
You need not even listen, just wait…the world will offer itself freely to you, unmasking itself. Explain - Franz Kafka Writer · Czechia
The various forms of despair at the various stations on the road. Explain - Franz Kafka Writer · Czechia
The true fruit of travel is perhaps the feeling of being nearly everywhere at home. - Freya Stark Explorer · United Kingdom
