Just got back from a pleasure trip: I took my mother-in-law to the airport.

Airplane travel is nature's way of making you look like your passport photo.

In America there are two classes of travel - first class, and with children.

You know more of a road by having traveled it than by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world.

You define a good flight by negatives: you didn't get hijacked, you didn't crash, you didn't throw up, you weren't late, you weren't nauseated by the food. So you are grateful.