I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesterdays are buried deep — leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Nev...
I had never realized before how quickly men deteriorate without razors and clean shirts. They are like potted plants that go to weed unless they are pruned and tended daily.
A map says to you.
The character of a dwelling, like that of a man, grows slowly.
If I were, even now, without either a dog or a horse in my keeping, I should feel I had lost contact with the earth.
Hardly Africa. Not a stone has a familiar cast; the sky and the earth meet like strangers, and the touch of the sun is as dispassionate as the hand of a man who greets you with his mind on other thing...
A fine job of work and a fine colt. Shall I reward you or Coquette — or both?
You could expect many things of God at night when the campfire burned before the tents. You could look through and beyond the veils of scarlet and see shadows of the world as God first made it and hea...
To her all things are poignantly lacking — but she is incapable of desiring anything.
There were occasions when Denys, like all men whose minds have encompassed among other things the foibles of their species, experienced misanthropic moments; he could despair of men, but find poetry i...
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing.
The wind in the wires is like the tearing of soft silk under the blended drone of engine and propeller.
No human pursuit achieves dignity until it can be called work, and when you can experience a physical loneliness for the tools of your trade,
I learned the tyranny of figures before I knew the value of a pound.
I had never realized before how quickly men deteriorate without razors and clean shirts. They are like potted plants that go to weed unless they are pruned and tended daily. A single day's growth bear...
But, for a little while, this is the place for us -- a good place too--a place of good omen, a place of beginning things--and of ending things I never thought would end.
Bookmakers tread on each other’s toes, on mine, on anybody’s, or stand flat-footed scowling at scraps of paper clutched like passports to El Dorado.
THE DOORYARD OF NAIROBI falls into the Athi Plains. One night I stood there and watched an aeroplane invade the stronghold of the stars. It flew high; it blotted some of them out; it trembled their fl...
Like night, the desert is boundless, comfortless and infinite. Like night, it intrigues the mind and leads it to futility. When you have flown halfway across a desert, you experience the desperation o...
In view of this and other things, I demand forgiveness for being so obviously impressed with my own parents.