One must in this lower world love many things to know finally what one loves the best.

Now, looking back on my life in Africa, I feel that it might altogether be described as the existence of a person who had come from a rushed and noisy world, into a still country.

It's an odd feeling-farewell-there is some envy in it. Men go off to be tested for courage and if we're tested at all, it's for patience, for doing without, for how well we can endure loneliness.

One does not travel by plane. One is merely sent, like a parcel.

I had seen a herd of Elephant travelling through dense native forest ... pacing along as if they had an appointment at the end of the world.

Be unswervingly and eternally loyal to the story.

There is something about Safari life that makes you forget all your sorrows