the sun is as dispassionate as the hand of a man who greets you with his mind on other things.

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

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.

Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance. The cloud clears as you enter it. I have learned this, but like everyone, I learned it late.

Africa is less a wilderness than a repository of primary and fundamental values, and less a barbaric land than an unfamiliar voice

Success breeds confidence.

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