Who Tells A Finer Tale Than Any

I Think All Sorrows Can Be Borne If You Put Them Into A Story Or Tell A Story About Them.

A Giraffe Is So Much A Lady That One Refrains From Thinking Of Her Legs, But Remembers Her As Floating Over The Plains In Long Garb, Draperies Of Morning Mist Her Mirage.

One Must In This Lower World Love Many Things To Know Finally What One Loves The Best.

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

God Made The World, My Lord, And Looked At It, And Saw That It Was Good. Yes. But What If The World Had Looked Back At Him, To See Whether He Was Good Or Not?