Here I am, where I am supposed to be.

Some people have an unconquerable love of riddles. They may have the chance of listening to plain sense, or to such wisdom that explains life; but no, they must go and work their brains over a riddle, just because they do not understand what it means.

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

We must leave our mark on life while we have it in our power.

Now, looking back on my life in Africa, I feel that it might altogether be described as the existence of a person who had come from a rushed and noisy world, into a still country.

People who dream when they sleep at night know of a special kind of happiness which the world of the day holds not, a placid ecstasy, and ease of heart, that are like honey on the tongue.

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