I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills.

Here I am, where I am supposed to be.

The pleasure of the true dreamer does not lie in the substance of the dream, but in this: that there things happen without any interference from his side, and altogether outside his control.

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

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

I had seen a herd of Buffalo, one hundred and twenty-nine of them, come out of the morning mist under a copper sky, one by one, as if the dark and massive, iron-like animals with the mighty horizontally swung horns were not approaching, but were being created before my eyes and sent out as they were finished.

Truth is for tailors and shoemakers. I, on the contrary, have always held that the Lord has a penchant for masquerades.