Here I Am, Where I Am Supposed

If There Were One More Thing I Could Do, It Would Be To Go On Safari Once Again.

And Were My Faith So Strong That It Could Move Mountains, That Is The Mountain That I Would Make Come To Me.

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.

Who Tells A Finer Tale Than Any Of Us. Silence Does.

Man And Woman Are Two Locked Caskets, Of Which Each Contains The Key To The Other.