When you have caught the rhythm of Africa, you find out that it is the same in all her music.

The divine art is the story.

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.

some travelers are drawn forward by a goal lying before them in the way iron is drawn to the magnet. Others are driven on by a force lying behind them. In such a way the bowstring makes the arrow fly.

In the Ngong Forest I have also seen, on a narrow path through thick growth, in the middle of a very hot day, the Giant Forest Hog, a rare person to meet.

One may take many liberties with God which one cannot take with men.

It is not a bad thing in a tale that you understand only half of it.