A period of travel and relaxation when you take twice the clothes and half the money you need.
A vacation is over when you begin to yearn for your work.
Every man who possibly can should force himself to a holiday of a full month in a year, whether he feels like taking it or not.
Fact: Girls who are having a good sex thing stay in New York. The rest want to spend their summer vacations in Europe.
Holidays are in no sense an alternative to the congestion and bustle of cities and work. Quite the contrary. People look to escape into an intensification of the conditions of ordinary life, into a deliberate aggravation of those conditions: further from nature, nearer to artifice, to abstraction, to total pollution, to well above average levels of stress, pressure, concentration and monotony — this is the ideal of popular entertainment. No one is interested in overcoming alienation; the point is to plunge into it to the point of ecstasy. That is what holidays are for.
If some people didn't tell you, you'd never know they'd been away on a vacation.
No man needs a vacation so much as the man who has just had one.
No vacation goes unpunished.
The rainy days a man saves for usually seem to arrive during his vacation.
To get away from one's working environment is, in a sense, to get away from one's self; and this is often the chief advantage of travel and change.
Total physical and mental inertia are highly agreeable, much more so than we allow ourselves to imagine. A beach not only permits such inertia but enforces it, thus neatly eliminating all problems of guilt. It is now the only place in our overly active world that does.