People Who Dream When They Sleep At

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. One Only Feels Really Free When One Can Go In Whatever Direction One Pleases Over The Plains, To Get To The River At Sundown And Pitch One's Camp, With The Knowledge That One Can Fall Asleep Beneath Other Trees, With Another View Before One, The Next Night.

For Really, Dreaming Is The Well-mannered People's Way Of Committing Suicide.

It Is When One Begins To Lose The Consciousness Of Freedom, And When The Idea Of Necessity Enters The World At All, When There Is Any Hurry Or Strain Anywhere, A Letter To Be Written Or A Train To Catch, When You Have Got To Work, To Make The Horses Of The Dream Gallop, Or To Make The Rifles Go Off, That The Dream Is Declining, And Turning Into The Nightmare, Which Belongs To The Poorest And Most Vulgar Class Of Dreams.

I Will Not Let Thee Go, Except Thou Bless Me.

Nobody Has Seen The Trekking Birds Take Their Way Towards Such Warmer Spheres As Do Not Exist, Or Rivers Break Their Course Through Rocks And Plains To Run Into An Ocean Which Is Not To Be Found. For God Does Not Create A Longing Or A Hope Without Having A Fulfilling Reality Ready For Them. But Our Longing Is Our Pledge, And Blessed Are The Homesick, For They Shall Come Home.