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

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. They also know that the real glory of dreams lies in their atmosphere of unlimited freedom. It is not the freedom of the dictator, who enforces his own will on the world, but the freedom of the artist, who has no will, who is free of will.

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

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

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.

I have a feeling that wherever I may be in the future, I will be wondering whether there is rain at Ngong.

If only I could so live and so serve the world that after me there should never again be birds in cages.