Coffee, According To The Women

There Was A Place In The Hills, On The First Ridge In The Game Reserve, That I Myself At The Time When I Thought That I Was To Live And Die In Africa, Had Pointed Out To Denys As My Future Burial-place. In The Evening, While We Sat And Looked At The Hills From My House, He Remarked That Then He Would Like To Be Buried There Himself As Well. Since Then, Sometimes When We Drove Out In The Hills, Denys Had Said: "let Us Drive As Far As Our Graves.

Human Talk Is A Centrifugal Function, Ever In Flight Outwards From What Is On The Talker's Mind.

Some People Have An Unconquerable Love Of Riddles. They May Have The Chance Of Listening To Plain Sense, Or To Such Wisdom That Explains Life; But No, They Must Go And Work Their Brains Over A Riddle, Just Because They Do Not Understand What It Means.

Now, Looking Back On My Life In Africa, I Feel That It Might Altogether Be Described As The Existence Of A Person Who Had Come From A Rushed And Noisy World, Into A Still Country.

I Felt That Paris Was Illuminated By A Splendor Possessed By No Other Places.