I Start With A Tingle,

Nobody Has Seen The Trekking Birds Take Their Way Towards Such Warmer Spheres As Do Not Exist, Or Rivers Break Their Course Through Rocks And Plains To Run Into An Ocean Which Is Not To Be Found. For God Does Not Create A Longing Or A Hope Without Having A Fulfilling Reality Ready For Them. But Our Longing Is Our Pledge, And Blessed Are The Homesick, For They Shall Come Home.

It Is Not A Bad Thing In A Tale That You Understand Only Half Of It.

When You Have Caught The Rhythm Of Africa, You Find Out That It Is The Same In All Her Music.

The Best Of My Nature Reveals Itself In Play, And Play Is Sacred.

It Is A Good Thing To Be A Great Sinner. Or Should Human Beings Allow Christ To Have Died On The Cross For The Sake Of Our Petty Lies And Our Paltry Whorings