“A word grows to a thought – a thought to an idea – an idea to an act. The change is slow, and the Present is a sluggish traveler loafing in the path Tomorrow wants to take.” WantIdeasGrowsPathJourneyTomorrowTravelerSluggishLoafing Book:West with the Night Source: West with the Night
“What a child does not know and does not want to know of race and colour and class, he learns soon enough as he grows to see each man flipped inexorably into some predestined groove like a penny or a sovereign in a banker's rack. Kibii, the Nandi boy, was my good friend. Arab Ruta (the same boy grown to manhood), wo sits before me, is my good friend, but the handclasp will be shorter, the smile will not be so eager on his lips, and though the path is for a while the same, he will walk behind me now, when once, in the simplicity of our nonage, we walked together.” KnowsMenWantChildrenDoeEnoughTogetherGrowsWalksRaceBehindsClassBoysPathSimplicityLipsColourGood FriendSovereignManhoodBankersPenniesGrooveRacksFlippedPredestinedSoon Enough Author:Beryl Markham
“What a child does not know and does not want to know of race and color and class, he learns soon enough as he grows to see each man flipped inexorably into some predestined groove like a penny or a sovereign in a banker's rack.” KnowsMenWantChildrenDoeEnoughGrowsJusticeRaceClassColorDiversitySocial JusticeSovereignBankersPenniesGrooveRacksFlippedPredestinedSoon EnoughRace And Color Book:West with the Night Source: West with the Night
“Harmony comes gradually to a pilot and his plane. The wing does not want so much to fly true as to tug at the hands that guide it; the ship would rather hunt the wind than lay her nose to the horizon far ahead. She has a derelict quality in her character; she toys with freedom and hints at liberation, but yields her own desires gently.” WantDoeCharacterHandsDesireQualityWindHarmonyLaysWingsGuidesFlyingShipsLiberationPlanesNosesAviationYieldHorizonPilotsToysHuntsHintsGreat AviationPilots And FlyingDerelict Book:West with the Night Source: West with the Night
“I look at my yesterdays for months past, and find them as good a lot of yesterdays as anybody might want. I sit there in the firelight and see them all. The hours that made them were good, and so were the moments that made the hours. I have had responsibilities and work, dangers and pleasure, good friends, and a world without walls to live in.” WorldWantLooksMadeMomentsMightPastHoursPleasureResponsibilityDangerWallMonthsYesterdayGood Friend Book:West with the Night Source: West with the Night
