It is when people are told their own thoughts that they think they are being insulted.

What is man, when you come to think upon him, but a minutely set, ingenious machine for turning with infinite artfulness, the red wine of Shiraz into urine?

The Cicada sing an endless song in the long grass, smells run along the earth and falling stars run over the sky, like tears over a cheek. You are the privileged person to whom everything is taken. The Kings of Tarshish shall bring gifts.

I have a feeling that wherever I may be in the future, I will be wondering whether there is rain at Ngong.

Truth is for tailors and shoemakers. I, on the contrary, have always held that the Lord has a penchant for masquerades.

I do not see eye to eye with the camera.

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