the sun is as dispassionate as the hand of a man who greets you with his mind on other things.
Beryl MarkhamA life has to move or it stagnates. Even this life, I think. Every tomorrow ought not to resemble every yesterday.
Beryl MarkhamI suppose if there were a part of the world in which mastodon still lived, somebody would design a new gun, and men, in their eternal impudence, would hunt mastodon as they now hunt elephant. Impudence seems to be the word. At least David and Goliath were of the same species, but, to an elephant, a man can only be a midge with a deathly sting.
Beryl Markham