Our Longing Is Our Pledge,

Here I Am, Where I Am Supposed To Be.

The Lime Trees Were In Bloom. But In The Early Morning Only A Faint Fragrance Drifted Through The Garden, An Airy Message, An Aromatic Echo Of The Dreams During The Short Summer Night.

To Set Sail Somewhere Is More Important Than Life Itself.

I Had A Farm In Africa, At The Foot Of The Ngong Hills.

Difficult Times Have Helped Me To Understand Better Than Before, How Infinitely Rich And Beautiful Life Is In Every Way, And That So Many Things That One Goes Worrying About Are Of No Importance Whatsoever.