Write A Little Every Day, Without Hope,

No Domestic Animal Can Be As Still As A Wild Animal. The Civilized People Have Lost The Aptitude Of Stillness, And Must Take Lessons In Silence From The Wild Before They Are Accepted By It.

Here I Am, Where I Am Supposed To Be.

It Is A Good Thing To Be A Great Sinner. Or Should Human Beings Allow Christ To Have Died On The Cross For The Sake Of Our Petty Lies And Our Paltry Whorings

There Was A Place In The Hills, On The First Ridge In The Game Reserve, That I Myself At The Time When I Thought That I Was To Live And Die In Africa, Had Pointed Out To Denys As My Future Burial-place. In The Evening, While We Sat And Looked At The Hills From My House, He Remarked That Then He Would Like To Be Buried There Himself As Well. Since Then, Sometimes When We Drove Out In The Hills, Denys Had Said: "let Us Drive As Far As Our Graves.

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