One Does Not Travel By Plane. One

The Cicada Sing An Endless Song In The Long Grass, Smells Run Along The Earth And Falling Stars Run Over The Sky, Like Tears Over A Cheek. You Are The Privileged Person To Whom Everything Is Taken. The Kings Of Tarshish Shall Bring Gifts.

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?

What Is It Which Is Bought Dearly, Offered For Nothing, And Then Most Often Refused?--experience, Old People's Experience.

But By The Time That I Had Nothing Left, I Myself Was The Lightest Thing Of All For Fate To Get Rid Of.

I Had Seen A Herd Of Elephant Travelling Through Dense Native Forest ... Pacing Along As If They Had An Appointment At The End Of The World.