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?
Isak DinesenI have a feeling that wherever I may be in the future, I will be wondering whether there is rain at Ngong.
Isak DinesenThere are things which cannot be carried through even with the good will of everybody concerned
Isak DinesenWhat is life when you come to think upon it, but a most excellent, accurately set, infinitely complicated machine for turning fat playful puppies into old mangy blind dogs, and proud war horses into skinny nags, and succulent young boys, to whom the world holds great delights and terrors, into old weak men, with running eyes, who drink ground rhino-horn?
Isak Dinesen