Animals generally return the love you lavish on them by a swift bite in passing-not unlike friends and wives.

They were maps that lived, maps that one could study, frown over, and add to; maps, in short, that really meant something.

Right in the Hart of the Africn Jungel a small wite man lives. Now there is one extraordinary fact about him that he is the frind of all animals.

Each day had a tranquility a timelessness about it so that you wished it would never end. But then the dark skin of the night would peel off and there would be a fresh day waiting for us glossy and colorful as a child's transfer and with the same tinge of unreality.

We stared at the odd garment and wondered what it was for. 'What is it?' asked Larry at length. 'It's a bathing costume, of course,' said Mother. 'What on earth did you think it was?' 'It looks like a badly skinned whale,' said Larry, peering at it closely.

There is no first world and third world. There is only one world, for all of us to live and delight in.

‎'All we need is a book,' roared Leslie; 'don't panic, hit 'em with a book.