If there were one more thing I could do, it would be to go on safari once again.

I do not see eye to eye with the camera.

I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills.

The lime trees were in bloom. But in the early morning only a faint fragrance drifted through the garden, an airy message, an aromatic echo of the dreams during the short summer night.

Coffee, according to the women of Denmark, is to the body what the Word of the Lord is to the soul.

In the Ngong Forest I have also seen, on a narrow path through thick growth, in the middle of a very hot day, the Giant Forest Hog, a rare person to meet.

Of all the idiots I have met in my life, and the Lord knows they have not been few or little, I think that I have been the biggest.