Of All The Idiots I Have Met

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

I Have Before Seen Other Countries, In The Same Manner, Give Themselves To You When You Are About To Leave Them.

It Is Often The Case With A New Idea That When It Comes Knocking On Society's Door With Modesty And The Best Premises For Its Existence, There Is A Tremendous Outcry From Inside.

If Only I Could So Live And So Serve The World That After Me There Should Never Again Be Birds In Cages.

I Have A Feeling That Wherever I May Be In The Future, I Will Be Wondering Whether There Is Rain At Ngong.