Roots of the weed sucked first life from the genesis of earth and hold the essence of it still. Always the weed returns; the cultured plant retreats before it.

In the family of continents, Africa is the silent, the brooding sister, courted for centuries by knight-errant empires - rejecting them one by one and severally, because she is too sage and a little bored with the importunity of it all.

Harmony comes gradually to a pilot and his plane. The wing does not want so much to fly true as to tug at the hands that guide it; the ship would rather hunt the wind than lay her nose to the horizon far ahead. She has a derelict quality in her character; she toys with freedom and hints at liberation, but yields her own desires gently.

A life has to move or it stagnates. Even this life, I think. Every tomorrow ought not to resemble every yesterday.

Success breeds confidence.

I learned what every dreaming child needs to know, that no horizon is so far you cannot get above it or beyond it.

Memory is a drug. Memory can hold you against your strength and against your will.