It is impossible that a town will not play a part in your life, it does not even make much difference whether you have more good or bad things to say of it, it draws your mind to it, by a mental law of gravitation.

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

Man and woman are two locked caskets, of which each contains the key to the other.

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.

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

You must not think that I feel, in spite of it having ended in such defeat, that my "life has been wasted" here, or that I would exchange it with that of anyone I know.

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. One only feels really free when one can go in whatever direction one pleases over the plains, to get to the river at sundown and pitch one's camp, with the knowledge that one can fall asleep beneath other trees, with another view before one, the next night.