To Be A Person Is To Have

Death - A Passage Outside The Range Of Imagination, But Within The Range Of Experience.

In The Ngong Forest I Have Also Seen, On A Narrow Path Through Thick Growth, In The Middle Of A Very Hot Day, The Giant Forest Hog, A Rare Person To Meet.

You Must Not Think That I Feel, In Spite Of It Having Ended In Such Defeat, That My "life Has Been Wasted" Here, Or That I Would Exchange It With That Of Anyone I Know.

The Lime Trees Were In Bloom. But In The Early Morning Only A Faint Fragrance Drifted Through The Garden, An Airy Message, An Aromatic Echo Of The Dreams During The Short Summer Night.

We Must Leave Our Mark On Life While We Have It In Our Power.