And Were My Faith So Strong That

Through All The World There Goes One Long Cry From The Heart Of The Artist: Give Me A Chance To Do My Best.

It Is Difficult To Restrain Admirers Of Shakespeare Once They Have Begun To Speak Of Him.

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

I Belong To An Ancient, Idle, Wild And Useless Tribe, Perhaps I Am Even One Of The Last Members Of It, Who For Many Thousands Of Years, In All Countries And Parts Of The World, Has, Now And Again, Stayed For A Time Among The Hard-working Honest People In Real Life, And Sometimes Has Thus Been Fortunate Enough To Create Another Sort Of Reality For Them, Which In Some Way Or Another, Has Satisfied Them. I Am A Storyteller.

I Had A Farm In Africa, At The Foot Of The Ngong Hills.