She was as immutable as the hills. But not quite so green.

The great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever trees.

If you don't get what you want, it's a sign either that you did not seriously want it, or that you tried to bargain over the price

God help us for we knew the worst too young.

I always try to believe the best of everybody -it saves so much trouble.

These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began-
Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.