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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.

Beryl Markham

At least David and Goliath were of the same species, but, to an elephant, a man can only be a midge with a deathly sting.
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Deathly Elephant Species Sting
After that, work and hope. But never hope more than you work
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Hope More Work
For all professional pilots there exists a kind of guild, without charter and without by-laws. it demands no requirements for inclusion save an understanding of the wind, the compass, the rudder, and fair fellowship.
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Inclusion Law Understanding Wind
No human pursuit achieves dignity until it can be called work.
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Achieve Dignity Work
In Africa people learn to serve each other. They live on credit balances of little favors that they give and may, one day, ask to have returned.
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Balance Giving People
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.
BERYL MARKHAM

Character Hands Yield
Success breeds confidence.
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Confidence Inspirational Success
the sun is as dispassionate as the hand of a man who greets you with his mind on other things.
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Dispassionate Hands Men Mind
The abhorrence of loneliness is as natural as wanting to live at all.
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Cards Deck Loneliness Natural
Silence is never so impenetrable as when the whisper of steel on paper strives to pierce it.
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Paper Silence Steel
In the family of continents, Africa is the silent, the brooding sister, courted for centuries by knight-errant empires – rejecting them one by one and severally, because she is too sage and a little bored with the importunity of it all.
BERYL MARKHAM

Bored Knights Littles
A map says to you, ‘Read me carefully, follow me closely, doubt me not.’ It says, ‘I am the earth in the palm of your hand. Without me, you are alone and lost.
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Alone Doubt Earth Hand Lost Path
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.
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Ends Good Littles
We fly, but we have not ‘conquered’ the air. Nature presides in all her dignity, permitting us the study and the use of such of her forces as we may understand.
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Dignity Fall Nature Pain
Memory is a drug. Memory can hold you against your strength and against your will.
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Again Drugs Memories
Nature having developed their bodies in one direction and their brains in another, while human beings, on the other hand, drew from Mr. Darwin’s lottery of evolution both the winning ticket and the stub to match it.
BERYL MARKHAM

Hand Human Being Lottery Winning Other

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.

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