But by the time that I had nothing left, I myself was the lightest thing of all for fate to get rid of.

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

All sorrows can be borne if you can put them into a story.

But by the time that I had nothing left, I myself was the lightest thing of all for fate to get rid of.

While we are young the idea of death or failure is intolerable to us; even the possibility of ridicule we cannot bear.

death - a passage outside the range of imagination, but within the range of experience.

There is something about safari life that makes you forget all your sorrows and feel as if you had drunk half a bottle of champagne — bubbling over with heartfelt gratitude for being alive.