I now know all the people worth knowing in America, and I find no intellect comparable to my own.
Against my will, in the course of my travels, the belief that everything worth knowing was known at Cambridge gradually wore off. In this respect my travels were very useful to me.
There's truth in wine, and there may be some in gin and muddy beer; but whether it's truth worth my knowing, is another question.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.
Worth seeing? Yes; but not worth going to see.