Through All The World There Goes One

The Cure For Anything Is Salt Water: Sweat, Tears Or The Sea.

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

The Present Is Always Unsettled, No One Has Had Time To Contemplate It In Tranquillity . I Was A Painter Before I Was A Writer And A Painter Never Wants The Subject Right Under His Nose; He Wants To Stand Back And Study A Landscape With Half-closed Eyes.

I Have A Feeling That Wherever I May Be In The Future, I Will Be Wondering Whether There Is Rain At Ngong.

I Do Not See Eye To Eye With The Camera.