This island has no secrets$$$ not from me. It loves me$$$ and I love it$$$ and when I paint my face I'm a part of the island. The swarthiness of my face hidden behind the clay and charcoal. I leave behind England$$$ it's not important anymore$$$ our island is all that matters. The rhythm of the hunt$$$ the sun$$$ beats deep in my blood. The littl'uns play$$$ eat$$$ and sleep$$$ there good for nothing and just take up precious space on my island. I couldn't have known a ship would pass at the exact moment my hunters left the fire. We needed the meat.

...and sank into the profound slumber which comes only to such fortunate folk as are troubled neither with mosquitoes nor fleas nor excessive activity of brain.

Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind's essential illness.

They walked along$$$ two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.

...the majority were of the species who$$$ all the world over$$$ look on the world and at everything that goes on in it and merely scratch their noses.

Doubt can only be removed by action.

A reformer should be exempt from the suspicion of interest$$$ and he must possess the confidence and esteem of those whom he proposes to reclaim.

The terror of the Roman arms added weight and dignity to the moderation of the emperors. They preserved peace by a constant preparation for war;

Trust your instincts$$$ and make judgements on what your heart tells you. The heart will not betray you.

The future of this nation$$$ with the present generation$$$ you must admit is nothing but a joke.