To Set Sail Somewhere Is More Important

Human Talk Is A Centrifugal Function, Ever In Flight Outwards From What Is On The Talker's Mind.

In Africa, When You Pick Up A Book Worth Reading, Out Of The Deadly Consignments Which Good Ships Are Always Being Made To Carry Out All The Way From Europe, You Read It As An Author Would Like His Book To Be Read, Praying To God That He May Have It In Him To Go On As Beautifully As He Has Begun. Your Mind Runs, Transported, Upon A Fresh Deep Green Track.

My Love Was Both Humble And Audacious, Like That Of A Page For His Lady.

Where The Storyteller Is Loyal, Eternally And Unswervingly Loyal To The Story, There, In The End, Silence Will Speak. Where The Story Has Been Betrayed, Silence Is But Emptiness. But We, The Faithful, When We Have Spoken Our Last Word, Will Hear The Voice Of Silence.

When You Have Caught The Rhythm Of Africa, You Find Out That It Is The Same In All Her Music.