In the mind and nature of a man a secret is an ugly thing, like a hidden physical defect.

It is not the visions but the activity which makes you happy, and the joy and glory of the flier is the flight itself. . . Every time I have gone up in an aeroplane and looked down have realized I was free of the ground, I have had the consciousness of a new discovery. "I see:" I have thought, "This was the idea. And now I understand everything."

While we are young the idea of death or failure is intolerable to us; even the possibility of ridicule we cannot bear.

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

I start with a tingle, a kind of feeling of the story I will write. Then come the characters, and they take over, they make the story.

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.

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