I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

The Key To All Strange Things Is In Thy Heart..../ My Spirit Has Come Home, That Sailed The Doubtful Seas.

We Shall Not Always Plant While Others Reap

Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till Slumber Comes.

For We Must Be One Thing Or The Other, An Asset Or A Liability, The Sinew In Your Wing To Help You Soar, Or The Chain To Bind You To Earth.

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.