Who Tells A Finer Tale Than Any

When You Have Caught The Rhythm Of Africa, You Find Out That It Is The Same In All Her Music.

Our Longing Is Our Pledge, And Blessed Are The Homesick, For They Shall Come Home.

No Domestic Animal Can Be As Still As A Wild Animal. The Civilized People Have Lost The Aptitude Of Stillness, And Must Take Lessons In Silence From The Wild Before They Are Accepted By It.

Here I Am, Where I Am Supposed To Be.

I Had Seen A Herd Of Buffalo, One Hundred And Twenty-nine Of Them, Come Out Of The Morning Mist Under A Copper Sky, One By One, As If The Dark And Massive, Iron-like Animals With The Mighty Horizontally Swung Horns Were Not Approaching, But Were Being Created Before My Eyes And Sent Out As They Were Finished.